Chapter 3: Getting Personal
After dinner, I suggested that we sit down and watch something on TV. She agreed and we watched some sitcom, but I could tell she wasn’t paying attention.
“Tired?” I asked her.
“Hmm, no, not really.”
“You’ve been awfully quiet for the last hour or so,” I admonished. “Everything okay?”
“I’ve just been thinking about Jason.”
“Romeo and Juliet get you to think about him?”
“Maybe.”
“Are you worried about him?”
“Just a bit.”
“He’ll be okay. Guys kind of get used to rejection. It always sucks, but you get over it.”
“Like you and that girl you used to argue with?”
“Ouch.”
“Still hurts?”
“Yeah. I’ll tell you about Linda some other time.”
“Okay,” she said. We were both quiet for some time.
“I kinda feel sorry for Jason,” she said.
“Do you like him?”
“Not that way, but yeah, kinda.”
“The best way to be nice to him is not to be too nice to him.”
“What do you mean?”
“If there’s no hope, don’t give him any. Let him find someone else and be happy.”
“Okay,” she said. “I keep thinking about that picnic.” She looked thoughtful for a bit while I just waited for her to go on. “Am I, like, attractive?” she finally asked.
This took me by surprise. I was expecting her to ask me why he acted like he did, or something else.
“Um, well, yes, you are a very attractive woman,” I managed to say.
“I’m not sure why I said no.”
“Do you find Jason attractive?”
“No, not really. He’s just, you know, a friend,” she said, looking down.
“That sounds like a good enough reason not to,” I said. “You should never feel obligated to have sex with someone.”
“It sounds like you know what you’re talking about,” she said.
“I’ve been around the block a few times. And I’ve watched enough other people mess things up to avoid their mistakes. At least most of them. The obvious ones.”
She was quiet for a bit before she said, “I haven’t even, you know, masturbated before.”
I wasn’t expecting her to say that. “Masturbation is easy enough. You just have to give yourself pleasure.”
“I’m not even sure how to do that,” she said. We watched the TV for a while, not talking much.
“Do you think you can, like, help me? Like you did with my essay?” she asked.
“Help you with what?”
“Masturbating,” she said.
“Whew! Horny much?” I said to break the sudden tension.
“Well, yeah, I guess,” she laughed nervously. “So, can you help me?”
I looked straight at her, and noticed just how red she had gotten. “Um, I’m not a sex therapist. How do you want me to help you?” I asked.
“Well, could you show me some pictures or a movie or something?” she asked.
“Don’t you have Internet access at home? There’s plenty to see on the Internet, and it’s easy to find,” I suggested.
“No,” she said, looking a bit dejected. “My parents have the filters set up. I can’t get anything like that. Do you have anything I could watch? Like a DVD?”
“Well, yeah. I do have an old DVD I can lend you. Just wait here while I look for it,” I said before heading into my bedroom. It took some time digging to find it, but I managed to locate it and brought it out. Amber was waiting on the couch in the living room.
“Well, here it is,” I said, handing her the disk.
She looked it over for a bit, and then said: “Could we, like, watch it here? My parents sometimes go through my stuff, and I don’t want them to find it.”
I’ve never known a teenager that couldn’t find some place to hide something like this, but I was willing to give her the benefit of the doubt. I took the disk from her, switched over from cable, and inserted the disk into the player.
I figured it was just a couple of friends watching a porno, but I was curious to watch her reaction to seeing one for the first time, so I sat off to the side of the couch to try to see her reaction without staring at her like a creeper. I hoped.
“Are you ready for this?” I asked her.
“Yeah,” she said.
“I’ll turn it off if it makes you uncomfortable,” I said as I started it.
“Thanks. I’ll be okay.”
This particular movie was an amateur video compilation. In the first segment, a dark blond woman gives some guy a blow-job while playing a bit with her pussy. Amber was glued to the screen when the woman on the TV took the man’s pants off and started sucking him to an erection. She was really going down on him, moaning loudly around his engorged member as she fingered her pussy.
Actually, this isn’t my favorite section of the video. You never get to see the woman’s tits, and you don’t get a good view of her pussy, but Amber was giving it her complete and undivided attention. That segment finally ended after the man unloaded on the woman’s face, and closes with her licking his juice off her face and fingers.
As soon as that scene faded out, Amber glanced at me, blushed, and giggled. “There’s more,” I said and we got ready to watch the following scene.
The next segment is one of my favorites. It begins with a different attractive dark-haired woman lying in a bed, with just her underwear and bra on. She quickly strips and starts playing with her tits right at the beginning.
I had seen this film enough times to know what was happening just by listening. My eyes were glued to Amber, and she was only interested in the TV. It was clear that she had no idea I was watching her and not the screen.
As the woman on the TV began to take off her panties, it was obvious to me that Amber was getting aroused. This was the reason that she wanted to watch the flick, and now she was going to see it happen in front of her. Was it possible that she was also bi?
The woman in this segment had a fairly exposed clit, and she played with it for quite a while. After she fingered her pussy for some time, she pulled out a large vibrator and lubed it up for action. When Amber saw that vibrator, she gasped.
“Would you look at the size of that thing?” she asked.
As the woman circled her pussy lips with it I was sure that Amber thought that was all she would do. I was watching Amber, waiting for the moment the woman on the screen would turn on the vibrator and plunge the whole thing into her pussy, and the wide-eyed look on Amber’s face combined with the way she covered her mouth to stifle a gasp and giggle didn’t disappoint me. I could tell that Amber was as embarrassed as much as she was aroused by her reaction to what she was seeing. I don’t know if Amber was aware that as the video kept going, her legs were spreading further apart. I could also see that she wasn’t wearing a bra by the way her nipples were poking through her short top.
I heard Amber quietly say to herself: “So that’s a vibrator,” obviously not expecting to be overheard.
After playing with herself for a while, the woman brought herself to a screaming climax, and the segment was over. The next segment was a black couple doing some normal screwing. Amber finally sat back in her chair a bit. She was still paying close attention to what was happening on the screen, and was especially interested when the man took his pants off. I’m sure she was wondering if what everyone said about black men was true. I know he didn’t disappoint her. The video was over soon after the man blew his wad all over the woman’s breasts in a noisy climax.
“Wow,” Amber said as I ejected the disk. “That was cool. So that’s how people do it.”
“It’s not difficult.”
“I guess not,” she said. After a minute, she continued: “Now I’m all horny. I’m not sure what I’m going to do about it either.” It would have been impossible for me not to notice that she had a hand resting on her inner thigh, like she wanted to scratch an itch but not in public.
“I thought that was what the movie was all about.”
“Well, yeah, but not for right now, ‘cuz my parents are at home. I couldn’t just, you know, when my parents could just, like, walk in or something,” she said.
“You could always wait until tonight when they’re sleeping. You could spend the night at an understanding friend’s place,” I suggested.
“Well, not tonight. My parents sleep in the next room, and they’re, like, really light sleepers. Hey, maybe I could, you know, play with myself here, now! Could I? You’re an understanding friend, right?” she asked.
What had I gotten myself into? I brushed my hair back and thought of how to respond for several moments before asking: “Just what did you have in mind?”
“Well, I could, like, go to your bed, and like maybe, start playing with myself, and you could help me out ‘cuz I haven’t done it before. You know, masturbate, I mean.” She kept hesitating as she said it. It was nice to know that she hadn’t thought this thing out clearly herself.
I thought to myself:
Let’s see, here I am. I haven’t seen a naked woman in real live, 3D action since my girlfriend took off, and now this young woman wants to masturbate in front of me. I didn’t ask her. She asked me. What a concept.
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