First Times: Amber (2 page)

She was a very pretty girl, with severe, almost harsh features that somehow felt soft and feminine when they were all together, a strong, almost mannish jawline but very big eyes, the color of a shiny quarter.

“You’re tense,” she said, “Just relax.”

Having nothing to sleep in and no place to change, I’d just taken off my jeans.

I relaxed. I rolled onto my side, facing away from her, and she gently put her hand on my hip and guided me away from the edge of the bed, towards the middle. Towards her. As I lay there she spooned up against my back and I tensed up even more, as her soft cheek settled against my head.

“Just relax,” she said.

My heart was going a mile a minute as her arm slid over me. Part of me wanted to be angry, but I liked it. I liked her touch, the shocking softness of her hands, the way she gently teased heat from my skin as she ran her hand down my stomach and shifted a little, pressing her small but soft breasts against my back as she whispered in my ear.

“I want you to stay really quiet,” she whispered, so low I could barely hear. “Do you want me to stop?”

I whispered back. “I don’t know what you’re doing.”

“I want to make you cum,” she said. “I won’t hurt you. Promise”

I swallowed.

“Have you ever cum before?”

“I-I’m not sure,” I said, honestly.

“Let me make you cum,” she whispered, her voice almost pleading. “I promise you’ll want it again. You don’t have to if you don’t want to.”

I took a deep breath. “Okay,” I said.

“I’m gentle,” she said. “Do this for me. Close your eyes, and just focus on the feeling of my fingers on your skin. Forget about that boy, forget about your mom, just think about how it feels to lay here with the nice warm blankets and feel my touch. Can you do that?”

I nodded.

“Okay,” she whispered.

I closed my eyes. At first her hand just rested on my stomach. Her touch was wonderful, unlike anything I’d ever felt before. She didn’t do anything at first and after a while I started to suspect she was playing a prank on me, and then her hand dipped lower, sliding down my belly, curving under me as her fingers slid under my panties. Her warm hand cupped my sex, pressed against me, moving forward and back so her palms and fingers rubbed slowly against my lips and the hood of my clit, as warmth pooled there, like she was holding the heat of my arousal in her hand. She purred lightly and nipped my ear, just a little squeeze with her teeth that made me squeak. Gently, her hand closed over my mouth, but it wasn’t hurtful or aggressive. Her fingers were soft against my lips, and as her finger slid inside me, I sucked on her thumb. Her hips moved behind me, in time with the motions of her hand.

She went slowly, carefully, gently working her finger deeper into my sex. I was so wet, and it felt like a furnace burned between my legs. A shiver ran up my spine, like an ice cube dropped into a pot of boiling water. Her tongue moved lightly on my throat, and I sucked her thumb harder as her hand moved in my panties, her finger teasing inside me as he palm ground against my clit. Slowly, Melody pulled her thumb from my mouth and shushed me when I moaned softly. Her hand wet from my mouth, she cupped my breast through my shirt, then slid her other hand down into my underwear, too. A second finger slowly pressed into my entrance, and I felt my body shudder and tighten as she opened me wider, her fingers pressed tightly together. Her lips against the bad of my neck, her hot breath in my hair.

It was like she was reading me, gauging my reactions. When she hit a spot that made me shutter she began to pump her fingers against it, and used her other hand to tease back the hood of my clit and begin lightly stroking it with the pad of her finger. It felt so good it made me curl up and squeeze fistfuls of sheet in my hand.

“Relax,” she whispered, “Relax and cum for me, Amber.”

I felt like I was on fire. I had to bite the sheet to stay quiet as my body throbbed from her touch. My legs jerked, and I felt a sudden, ecstatic release as waves of hot and cold poured through my body and I went limp and rolled onto my back. Melody slid on top of me and her lips pressed against mine. I was hesitant at first, but the buzz of my orgasm made me open my mouth and kiss her. Her lips were so warm and soft, and her tongue slid over mine, filling me with her taste. I was too exhausted to put my arms around her as she slid her leg between mine. Her underwear was gone and I felt her arousal on my leg, leaving my skin wet as she ground on my thigh and kissed me, going faster and faster, grinding her clit against my skin. Her arms wrapped around me tight and she buried her face in my throat, breathing hard and sighing, her jaw quivering as she struggled to contain soft moans.

When I was finally strong enough to wrap my arms around her, she came. I felt it int he way she jerked, her stomach tightened and she… she
bit
me, but I liked it and I raked my fingers through her hair and down her back.

When she was finished she purred like a kitten and kissed me again and again for hours, lying on top of me, her soft weight warming my body as she breathed against me.

I woke up the next day in her arms. I was the little spoon, and she had her hand in my underwear, her soft lips pressed against the back of my neck.

Shivering from the cold, I had a hard time detaching myself from her. Her arm had slipped under me in the night and she squeezed my breast before she let go of me.

“No fair,” said Chastity. “Why do you get to keep her?”

Melody looked over my shoulder. “She’s not ready for yet. She will be.”

Leaving me on the bed, she crawled over me and slipped to the floor, yawned and stretched. She was sinuous in her movements, like a big cat. I laid in the bunk and watched these women rise from where they slept and go through their morning routine. I was offered a breakfast of a granola bar, which I turned down. By the time I slipped out of the bed and pulled my pants back on, Sarah was in the driver’s seat again, and the rumbling contraption began to move. I sat down on the floor and backed against the wall, watching. Melody pulled an electric guitar from a padded case and began tuning it. I fished a dogeared paperback from my pack and started reading to pass the time, but I was really watching them. Chastity only reluctantly wore a shirt, her blue hair pulled back in a loose ponytail. She was the bass player, I presumed.

The rest of the drive took a few hours, through the next town. I hadn’t heard about any kind of music festival out here, but there had to be one. The camper slowed and lurched to a stop and Sarah spoke to a ratty looking guy in flannel at the edge of a freaking corn field. Laughing, she drove in, the camper swaying drunkenly from side to side as it lumbered over uneven bumps and ruts in the dirt path, the whole thing creaking and groaning like an old man lurching down stairs. Eventually, Sarah turned off, pulling the camper into an open space between two others, and the whole group sprang into action.

“Don’t get lost,” Melody said to me, as she went to unpack gear from the big compartments on the outside of the camper.

“Don’t you want my help?”

“Maybe when we pack up,” she said. “Sarah was kidding about the gas, grass, or ass thing.” She leaned closer and rested her hand on my hip. “Unless you want to give me your ass.”

I felt a flutter in my stomach, thinking about last night and how good she made me feel, how gentle and caring she was, so focused on my pleasure.

“Maybe,” I said, licking my lips.

She grinned, and gave me a wink, looking over her shoulder.

That left me to wander.

This place was weird. I’d never been to something like this before, so I kept to myself, moving around the fringes. It was mostly other musicians in old beat up campers, but some others started to trickle in later in the day, and then when it got dark they really began pouring in. A thick sickly sweet smell of smoke filled the air, and there was a lot of drinking. For all my supposed edge, I felt out of place and alone. The music started at dusk. No announcements, nothing formal. A band started playing and the crowd went quiet. Somebody offered me a joint, and I passed. I avoided any drinks, either, just hung out in the crowd and watched. I didn’t see Melody or the others. The band finished up their set, and another started. The music was loud, hammering in my ears, but it wasn’t particularly, well, good.

Then I saw Sarah setting up behind the drum set, Melody and Chastity with guitars. Razor walked out on stage, carrying a microphone trailing a wire.

Naked.

She was completely nude except for a pair of sneakers, her long legs shining with sweat as she stood boldly on stage, hip cocked to the side, grinning. She was covered in tattoos. Feathers, or maybe scales on her arms, and a snake wrapped around body, the tail pointed between her legs, the head inked on her shoulder as if it were a living thing wrapped around her body, its scaly head leaning on her shoulder to look out over the crowd. The music started, and it was completely different. It was like it sucked out part of my soul and took control of it. I couldn’t really make out the words, but it didn’t matter. Razor’s voice was incredible, inhumanly beautiful, like it pulled in all the other music and took control of it. It was like the others were just instruments thats he played with her song.

Watching her was eerie. She was pure sex but there was nothing vulnerable about her at all. She was different. Powerful. When she finished the song she stood spread-eagled on the stage, arms over her head, panting and shining with sweat. My heart hammered in my chest.

Another song started, but I retreated back to the camp and climbed and inside, trying to process what I felt as the muffled music thumped against the wall behind me. How the hell did those other people handle that on
drugs?

I felt weird and floaty, like I’d left my body.

Another band must have started up. The sound changed.

When they came back, Razor wore a long-t-shirt but nothing else. She was still sweaty and panting, something strange and feral in her eyes as the others piled in behind her and pulled the door shut. Melody counted a stack of bills and stuffed it away in a kitchen drawer in the camper’s little galley while Razor pulled off her shirt and took her shoes off, too. She toweled the sweat off her body in long strokes, totally unconscious of her nudity, like it was completely normal. I was entranced by her tattoos, the way they shimmered like they were flecked with gold, or something. She looked over at me and I could swear her big green eyes were glowing, in the way of a cat’s when they caught the light.

“You,” she said, in a slightly hoarse voice, “take off your clothes.”

My jaw dropped.

“Um,” I managed.

They surrounded me. Melody touched Razor’s shoulder, knelt beside me, and began to unbutton my shirt. She caressed my cheek, running her nails lightly over my skin.

“Shhh,” she said. “We won’t hurt you. It’ll be like last night, but better. Chastity, fold out the bed.”

Melody swung her leg over me and sat in my lap, wrapping her long legs around my hips. She smelled like sweat and smoke, and let her hair down, pushing me back into the corner in a deep kiss. My resistance melted into a low moan as I tasted her, and her deft hands worked my shirt open one button at a time, her nails lightly teasing the skin of my stomach, making me giggle in her mouth. She spread the garment back over my shoulders and down my arms, and I was topless except for my bra, and she unhooked that, too, and brought her smooth, soft hands around, up my sides, to cup my breasts. Then her hands slid under my arms and she stood, guiding me to my feet. Razor appeared next to me, a hunger in her eyes that was a little scary. She threw her arms around me and stated pushing my jeans down as Melody undid the button. When they came down and slid over my ass, another pair of hands squeezed my backside, and I felt Chastity’s big breasts brush my back. Sarah undressed without ceremony, and I couldn’t help but stare at her body. She was heavily muscled, but shockingly feminine with wide hips and full breasts that made her more masculine features like the veins on her muscley arms and her broad shoulders only more alluring.

Then I was on the bed, Chastity wriggling out of her pants and panties both, my head pillowed on her chest as Razor pressed my knees apart and dipped between my thighs. I hardly had time to react before I felt her lips on my sex, a deep kiss that flicked her tongue inside me, and writhed.

“Gentle,” said Melody. She knelt next to me, beautifully unclothed. “She’s a virgin.”

Razor looked up at me and grinned, and dipped back down to settle between my legs and begin playing with my sensitive folds with her tongue as he hands slid under my backside. I closed my legs against her sides and shivered. Chastity shifted and turned my head, so I writhed against her and felt the shockingly soft skin of her breasts against my cheeks. Turning, she guided her nipple into my mouth and I sucked, moaning softly as Razor’s finger slowly entered my body, easing her way into my throbbing pussy. Sarah watched with wide eyes, leaning against the wall and fingering herself. Melody stroked my hair and cupped my breast in her hand, lazily moving her thumb around my nipple in circles, until my nips stiffened into needy points. There was so much overwhelming sensation, I could barely stand it. Sweat popped on my back and between my breasts, tingling as Razor’s deft mouth sent electric shocks down my legs. I felt so hot.

“I want to fuck her,” said Sarah.

“I’m not done,” Razor said, looking up at me before her mouth returned to my pussy.

I saw what Sarah meant. She had a… a toy. It was a dildo but one end had a big rubber bulb, and she was working it into her body. With a little grunt she took the big end and her pussy closed around it, locking it against her. It was like a cock.

She grabbed Melody and pushed her down on the bed, worked her muscular hips between Melody’s legs. Melody moaned as Sarah worked the rubber cock inside her and began to thrust, her whole body moving urgently. Both women began moaning, Melody’s legs shaking as Sarah knotted a fist in her hair and squeezed her breast, thrusting so hard it shook the bed.