Chapter 4: Strumming Her Banjo
“Well, okay,” I said.
“Great!” she exclaimed. I hadn’t realized how pretty she could be when she was smiling that broadly.
“Well,” I said, “the bedroom is upstairs,” and I motioned her toward the stairs. She paused for just an instant, and then shot up the stairway. I followed at a more sedate pace, wondering if this was really happening, or if I was having an exceptionally odd but good dream.
I made it into the bedroom, and Amber was sitting on the bed. “Where should I start? I guess I should take off my clothes,” she said.
“If that’s how you want to start. Before you do that, I only want to say you can go anytime you feel uncomfortable. If you don’t like something, or you feel pressured, just leave. I won’t feel bad about it.”
“Oh, cool! I didn’t expect you to say that,” she said. She looked like I had just lifted a great weight off of her, and she smiled even larger than before.
“Now,” I said, “what would you like to do? I’ll let you set the ground rules.”
She thought about it for a few seconds, and then said: “Well, I don’t actually want to, like, do it. You know, have sex. Not yet at least. I’d feel like a slut. I mean, what would everyone say?”
“That’s fine, we don’t have to. I think that’s a good choice.”
“Okay,” she said. “How about if I just try to masturbate, and you can, like, help me if I ask. How’s that?” She really seemed eager for my approval.
“That sounds fine to me. We’ll go at your pace when you’re ready,” I said.
“Okay. Should I take my clothes off now?”
“Take off whatever you want,” I said.
“Cool. Okay, you get out the vibrator, and I’ll strip.”
“Um, what makes you think I have a vibrator?”
“Well, I dunno, I just kind of thought, you know,” she said, trailing off.
“I’m sorry, but they don’t usually come with porn flicks as an added feature,” I said with a chuckle.
She giggled, and then said: “Oh, I’m sorry. I just figured you’d have one. I mean, you seem to know so much, and all. I thought you’d have one for your girlfriends, or something.”
“All I come with is the standard, built in, factory model, if you get my meaning. No options. And I don’t get that many women up here anyway,” I admitted. “Well, none since Linda.”
“Oh, sorry. So what do we do now?” she asked.
“Well, you could just finger yourself.”
“Okay, I guess. So I’ll just, like, take my clothes off then. Okay?”
“That’s a good first step,” I said. She proceeded to strip off every stitch, starting with her shoes, and ending with her panties. She stood there for a bit, looking like she wasn’t sure what to do next, and I took the time to admire her figure. She had small, high breasts, and her nipples were a light pink. She was slender, not voluptuous, but quite nice. And she had a wisp of pure golden blond curls in the triangle above her legs. She was quite a sight.
Amber finally decided to lie down on the bed. After a moment, she spread her legs a bit and kind of attacked her pussy. It looked to me like she hadn’t gotten turned on yet, and she might be hurting herself.
“What am I doing wrong?” she asked.
I sat down next to her, fully clothed. “Look, you’re trying to force things. That’s not how sex works. You have to be turned on before things slide together, or you’ll have some pain, so take things slowly.”
“I think I’m a little wet, but what should I do?” she asked.
“First, I want you to relax. Sit up,” I said, and I got behind her, hiding my erection as best I could. I massaged her shoulders for a few minutes, while she relaxed. “Now think of something that turns you on. Maybe think about what you saw on the video earlier.” She closed her eyes, and relaxed as I kneaded her muscles. “Now, maybe you’ll want to caress your breasts a bit.”
“Could you help me?” she asked.
If I had thought about any of this, I probably would have said no. Instead, I said: “That’s why I’m here.” I started to circle one of her nipples with my fingers. I could feel her nipple getting erect under my manipulations. “How does that feel?” I asked.
“That feels really good,” she sighed.
“Okay then, you try it,” I said, and guided her hand to her other breast. She started circling her other nipple the same way I was, so I started massaging her entire breast to break up the pattern, and I clearly heard her sigh. It was obvious that she was really getting turned on at this point.
I was tracing her cleavage and across her shoulders and up her neck as she kept massaging her breast in one hand. I moved her other hand to her breast, and she took up where I left off and I just watched her for a bit.
“Now should I go down?” she asked.
“If that’s what you want,” I replied.
She moved one hand down to her pussy, and moved it around for a bit. She looked puzzled at that point, and said: “It doesn’t seem to be working. Could you show me?”
“No problem,” I said, and moved my hand down between her legs. I spread her legs just a bit further apart, so I could get a good look, and I found her clit easily, nestled between her folds. Amber moaned as soon as I touched it.
“Is that okay,” I asked as I touched her clit gently.
“Yeah,” she sighed. “Okay, what now?”
“Well, that’s up to you. It feels like you’re really wet and ready for some action. Why don’t you take over?” I suggested.
Amber moved her hand down and started rubbing her clit harder than I had been. She was beginning to get a bit frothy in her sexual frenzy at this point.
“Here,” I said, “let me show you something.” She removed her hand, and I placed my hand over her mound and rubbed her clit for a bit before moving a finger down to her opening. I just massaged her labia for a while, and then started pushing my middle finger inside her pussy. She moaned in lust as soon as I did. I started moving my finger in and out at this point as she moaned with each thrust.
“There,” I said, “do you get the idea? Now, you try,” and I started to remove my hand, but she grabbed it and moved it back.
“Don’t stop,” she gasped, “it feels
really good.” It was her call, so I kept fingering her while she massaged her breasts without mercy, pinching and kneading them like bread dough, and moaning lustily.
I just kept fingering her, twisting and fluttering inside her a bit, while I rubbed her clit with my other hand. She was moaning louder now, so I started fingering her faster, plunging into her with more force. She was lying there as I fingered her for several minutes before she finally pushed her hips up and let out a scream. I could feel her pussy muscles spasming around my finger, as her face showed that look of pleasure that was unfamiliar to her, and I kept plunging my finger in the entire time she was cumming.
After her final spasm, she sighed and lay there for a bit, breathing like she had just run a marathon. I pulled my hands away and watched her.
“Wow,” she finally said. “That was great! Thanks!”
“No problem,” I said.
After a few more minutes, she got up and started to get dressed. “Like, I really mean it, thanks. I’ve never felt anything that cool before! That was, like, the best! There were waves of, like, you know, all over, coming from my tummy, and like...” She looked like she didn’t know how to explain it.
“I know what you mean. It’s almost impossible to explain what it’s like outside of its own terms. The only word I’ve found is orgasmic,” I explained.
“Yeah, I guess that’s it. Cool.” Amber was almost finished dressing now, and she finally saw the bulge in my pants. “Oh. Guess I got to you, huh?”
“Yeah, you did,” I confirmed.
“Are you going to be ok?” she asked, looking concerned.
“I’ll be fine,” I reassured her.
“Good,” she said with a huge smile, and she started heading downstairs.
“I should probably be heading home. You know. My parents might start wondering where I am, and stuff,” she said, looking a bit embarrassed. I imagine she probably wanted to think it over, or maybe even try it again in her own home.
“Sure, no problem.”
Before leaving, she stopped and looked at me. “Say, could I, like, come over tomorrow? You know, to do that again? It was really fun.”
The next day was Sunday, and I had nothing planned. “Sure, Goldilocks, why not? What time do you want to come over?” I asked.
“Goldilocks? Why did you call me Goldilocks?” she asked.
“Because you’re a natural golden blond.”
“But, how did . . .” She looked down to where my eyes indicated, right at her crotch. “Oh, okay. I get it. Well, how ‘bout, like, eleven in the morning? Is that okay?” She sounded really happy about being invited back, and I certainly wouldn’t mind having another crack at this delectable woman.
“Sure, that sounds fine.” I was trying to sound calm, but I was doing somersaults inside. Maybe it was the leftover smell of her perfume that was getting to my head. Or her pussy juices on my fingers.
“Okay,” she said, “I’ll see you tomorrow!” and ducked out of the door with a broad smile.
I headed upstairs to the bedroom to look around. Yep, the bed was a mess from Goldilocks’ little lesson, so everything must have happened pretty much as I remembered it.
I got to cleaning up the room and kitchen and ended up watching another of those DVDs I had for old-time’s sake before going to bed.
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