The College Life - The Color Of Amber

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Not to be read by anyone under 18, unless you're a hot chick.
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The following is completely fictional. Any resemblance to reality is entirely coincidental. Contents of this story are merely creative license, not unlike a TV show or movie that uses real people in fictional settings and situations. However, if you do have video or pictures of events similar to the ones described below, feel free to forward them to me for closer examination. Feedback, comments, praise, criticism, death threats, nude photos, etc. can be sent to voodoojoe2000 at yahoo dot com.

For personal use only. Feel free to distribute to friends, enemies, lovers, hopeful lovers, whatever, just keep my name and e-mail address on the story or I shall hunt you down and make you write the whole damn thing out by hand.

This story is for FD52. Do I hope others read it and enjoy it? Of course, but he's the one that requested Amber Tamblyn. If you don't know who she is, she plays Joan in 'Joan Of Arcadia'. She was also on 'General Hospital' for a while. I had a couple ideas for stories and it was between this or a lesbian love tale between Amber and Vanessa Marcil. FD wanted to see this story, so I'm letting him have it. Complain to him if I fucked it up.

As of now, I plan on splitting this into two series. One (The College Life) will follow Floyd in a "Lucky college guy finds and bangs all sorts of hot celebrity pussy" type of story. The other (The Color Of Amber) will follow Amber Tamblyn in more of a "Hot celebrity coming to grips with the fact that she's attracted to women and that women dig her" kind of way.

Just a quick warning though, this chapter is far more plot and character driven than my previous work. If you just want the sex, then skip past the first 75 kb or so. There's little to no sex in that but the rest practically oozes it. I'd rather you read the whole thing, and some sort of plot generally makes the inevitable sex even hotter but hopefully the sex is hot enough to stand on it's on if that's all you want.

Celebs in this story are Amber Tamblyn and Michelle Trachtenberg. The codes are (MF, FF, cons, voy, oral, 1st, anal)



"Can't you see? There's a feeling that's come over me. Close my eyes, you're the only one that leaves me completely breathless. No need to wonder why, sometimes a gift like this you can't deny." - Michelle Branch 'You Set Me Free'


The College Life - The Color Of Amber
by voodoojoe



"Cut," the director yelled. "That's a wrap people."

"Finally," Amber said to herself. It had been another long, grueling day on the set of her show 'Joan Of Arcadia'. She was used to it after her years on 'General Hospital', but it still took it's toll at times. It should have been just another day on the set for Amber Tamblyn, but she had things on her mind other than working.

Yawning, she made her way to her trailer. All she could think about was getting a shower and going home so she could go to bed. Opening the door of her trailer, she could hear the sound of her pet rat running on the wheel in it's cage.

Smiling to herself, she opened the cage and plucked the rodent out. Holding it up to her face, she stared into it's eyes and giggled as the mouse squirmed in her fingers. Putting it back in the cage, she filled up it's food dish.

Hitting play on the stereo, the trailer was filled with the sounds of Ani Difranco as she began stripping off her clothes. Naked, she stepped into the shower. Feeling the hot water wash over her, she felt rejuvenated. Turning around to let the water soak her hair, she thought about her boyfriend.

'He's not really my boyfriend,' she mentally corrected herself. 'It's only been one date.'

It had been a glorious date as far as she was concerned though. They had met in a record store earlier in the week. She had been searching for a CD by someone named Liz Phair that her friend had recommended and he had been holding onto the last copy of Exile In Guyville. In exchange for him letting her have the CD, she had eagerly agreed to grab a cup of coffee with him.

Over coffee, they had talked like old friends instead of two people that had just met. She had asked him if he was a Liz Phair fan and he admitted that he had heard her ask the clerk about the album and had grabbed the last copy just so he'd have an excuse to meet her. It was really quite cute and she had smiled and thought how cool it was that he had done it just to meet her.

When she had gotten home, she had put the CD in and was floored by the emotional depth of the lyrics. The fact that it was the reason she had met Floyd, her new friend, made it that much more special to her.

In the days since, they'd talked on the phone between scenes. They hadn't been able to find time to meet again, but that only helped to stimulate the hunger for him inside her.

Thinking about him now in the shower, she felt her body responding the image of his face in her mind. Her nipples were almost painfully erect and her pussy was becoming itchy and wet with her juices.

'I'm never like this about a guy I just met,' she thought, soaping herself up.

She let her hands dawdle over her breasts for a few seconds longer than needed before moving down to her stomach. By the time she had made it to her pussy, she was ready to give up all pretense of washing herself.

Stroking the lips of her pussy with her finger, she let out a soft moan. Picturing Floyd's face, she slipped a finger into her dripping snatch. Working the finger in and out of herself, she imagined it was Floyd's finger.

"Oh," she groaned, pulling her finger out so she could concentrate on her hard little clit.

Rubbing her clit with a desperation that she hadn't known she was capable of, she was rapidly building to a screaming climax. Biting her lower lip to stifle her cries of ecstasy, she brought herself to a mind blowing orgasm.

"Ohhhh," she moaned, her orgasm washing over her insides like the water from the shower was washing over her outsides.

When she had calmed down, she washed the soap off of her skin. Turning the shower off, she stepped out and grabbed a towel.

She had just finished drying herself off when the phone rang. Hoping it was Floyd, she rushed to grab it.

"Hello?" She asked into it, trying not to sound as casual as possible.

"Amber?" Came Floyd's voice on the other end of the line.

Her heart jumped at the sound of his voice. Once again she scolded herself at being overly giddy in her reaction over him.

"Hi Floyd," she said warmly.

"Hey babe, you want to go out tonight?" He asked. She thought she could hear a nervous edge to his voice.

"I had a long day and I'm kind of tired, but I guess I could meet you somewhere for a little bit," she answered, her heart racing at the thought of being able to spend time with him in person instead of on the phone.

"Great, I know a quiet little place where we can meet," he said, the excitement evident in his voice.

He gave her the address of the place and she agreed to meet him in an hour. Hurrying to do her make up, she raced around the trailer wearing just a towel. When she was satisfied with her make up, she quickly pulled on a Less Than Jake t-shirt, that she'd gotten at one of their shows a few months back, and a pair of low rise jeans. To show off her pierced belly button, she pulled the shirt up to the middle of her stomach and tied it off on the side.

She opened the door of the trailer and stepped out into the cool evening air. Pulling her long red hair back into a pony tail, she made her way to her car. Sliding into the driver's seat, she closed the door and started the engine. Roaring out of the parking lot, she reminded herself not to speed lest she lose her license again.

Pulling up in front of the address that Floyd had given her, she looked up and saw a sign that said 'Hollywood Paperback Exchange'. Book stores were some of her favorite places in the world, and used book stores were even better. There's just something about knowing that almost every book in the place had already been read and enjoyed by someone else in it's journey that appealed to her.

'It's perfect,' she thought, smiling to herself as she got out of the car.

She noticed Floyd browsing inside the store through the front window. Amber took a moment to study the way his long hair swished around in it's pony tail as he swiveled his head to look at the books.

Her heart skipped a beat when he looked out the window and saw her. She slid out of her car and he smiled at her. Her knees weakened slightly at the warmth in his expression and she fought to keep standing upright.

"Hey there," Floyd greeted her when she opened the door and stepped into the store.

"Hi," she said, her cheeks flushing with emotions. Noticing that he had a couple books in his hand, she asked "What do you have?"

"Just a couple books about politics," he answered nervously.

"That's cool," she said. She'd always been turned on by smart guys, and politics generally isn't a subject that uneducated people gravitate to.

"I was going to balance it out with something lighter like Neil Young's biography," he admitted.

"I love Neil Young," Amber exclaimed. "It's almost like you're reading my mind."

"What's your favorite Neil Young album?" He asked.

"I'd probably have to say Harvest Moon," she answered.

"Mine too, but then everyone knows it's his best album," Floyd said.

They both stared at each other for a few moments, and Amber could feel the power of their mutual attraction flowing between them like electricity. It was almost overwhelming in it's intensity.

"Can I help you find anything?" The clerk asked, snapping them out of their shared trance.

"We're just looking," Floyd said, finally able to pry his eyes off of Amber.

"Okay, well let me know if you need anything," the clerk said, moving off to straighten some shelves.

They browsed around for a while, just looking at all the books and enjoying each other's company. Finally, the clerk had to kick them out so she could close the store.

"Want to get a pizza with me sometime?" Floyd asked when they walked out of the store. He was fidgeting nervously as she cocked her head to the side and studied him.

"Are you asking me out to dinner?" She asked, grasping the bag of books that she'd bought in her hand.

"Yeah," he said, lowering his gaze. "Yeah, I guess I am."

"I'd love to. I've got tomorrow off, so maybe we could grab a pizza," she answered, sliding into her car.

"I'll call you tomorrow then," he said, closing the car door for her. He was on the verge of bursting with excitement and it showed all over his face.

"You better," she said, starting the engine.

She thought it was cute how he stood there watching her while she pulled out of her parking space. The delight still hadn't faded from his face even when she was leaving.

Walking into her house, she was greeted by her cat, Iggy, wrapping itself around her feet. Bending down, she picked up the ball of reddish brown fur. Stroking it's head, Amber remembered seeing him in the pet store and thinking that she had to have him because he had almost the same color hair as she did.

In the kitchen, she set the cat down. Pulling a can of cat food out of the cupboard, she opened it and spooned out the contents onto a plate for Iggy.

Tossing the empty can into the trash, she yawned and thought yet again of Floyd. How his eyes seemed so alive behind his glasses and how they seemed to stare straight into her soul. Every time she looked into them, she could feel that he knew exactly how she felt at that moment.

It was all so new, and almost frightening in a good way. She'd dated a few guys before, but she hadn't felt any real connection towards them, let alone this strongly. The attraction between Floyd and her was so powerful that she was unable to even function without thoughts of him intruding into her mind. They hadn't even had a real date and she was already sure that he was the one.

Her phone ringing snapped her out of her daydream. Picking it up, she hoped that it was Floyd. "Hello?"

"Hey girl," came Michelle Trachtenberg's voice.

"Hi Michelle," Amber said, trying to hide the disappointment in her voice.

"You don't sound too happy to hear from me," Michelle kidded her. "Were you expecting your new guy you were raving about the other day?"

"I wasn't expecting him, but I was kind of hoping," Amber said meekly.

Amber and Michelle had met when Amber did a guest spot on Buffy a couple years ago. Being around the same age, they'd found a lot of common ground between them and become fast friends. On the surface they seemed like a bit of an odd pairing. Amber was into punk while Michelle was more into the whole hip hop thing. Amber was shy, tending to sit by herself, but Michelle was outgoing, talking to anyone and everyone that would listen. The biggest difference was that Amber was a virgin, not saving herself for marriage but wanted to make sure it was with the right guy, and Michelle had lost her cherry early in her run on Buffy at one of Alyson Hannigan's infamous parties, and was constantly chattering on about some guy she'd recently fucked.

Under the surface however, they had several things in common. They were both teenagers working in an industry where youth is both necessary and resented. Both of them had also worked the soap opera world, Amber on 'General Hospital' and Michelle on 'All My Children'.

"When am I going to meet this mystery man?" Michelle asked, her curiosity piqued by how Amber seemed so smitten with him.

"I don't know," Amber shrugged. "I've got a date with him tomorrow."

"What's his name again? Frank? Lloyd?" Michelle asked.

"His names Floyd," Amber answered.

"Floyd, that's right. Have you done the deed with him yet?" Michelle asked.

Amber's cheeks flushed with color at the question. "No, not yet."

"Not yet? That means you're going to, right? Oh, my Amber's growing up," Michelle teased her, adding a melodramatic tone to the last part for added effect.

"Knock it off," Amber said, blushing even harder. "I might, I haven't decided yet."

"Just do it and get it over with. It'll hurt at first, but then feel sooo good," Michelle said.

"You've been telling me that for as long as I've known you. It hasn't worked yet, so what makes you think it's going to work now?" Amber snorted. She was tired of Michelle pushing her to find some random to have sex with.

"Because this time you've found a guy you think might be worthy," Michelle responded. "It doesn't take a rocket scientist to see that you've got it bad."

"I do, don't I?" Amber admitted. "He's just so great."

"Then take the plunge and let him fuck your brains out," Michelle said. "You've waited long enough. I say you should invite him back to your place and then ride him all night."

"Michelle!" Amber said, not believing what she was hearing.

"What? I'm just giving you my opinion. You need to get laid, and you need it bad," Michelle defended herself.

"I don't need to get laid," Amber said, knowing deep inside that Michelle was closer to the truth than she was willing to admit, even to herself.

"Whatever you want to tell yourself girl," Michelle said knowingly. "When you do fuck him, you'll wish you had taken my advice and done it earlier."

"Maybe, but that doesn't mean I should just run out and do it," Amber retorted.

"I'm about to go through a tunnel, so I'll make it short. Just do it, you won't regret it," Michelle said.

Before Amber could respond, the connection went dead and she was left wondering if Michelle was right. Hanging the phone up, she decided that it was time for bed. She could think about Michelle's advice in the morning.

Once she was in bed though, she couldn't sleep. She kept tossing and turning as thoughts of Floyd filled her head. They escalated from seeing his face to wishing she could feel his hands all over her body. The thoughts of his mouth sucking on her breasts or his fingers sliding in and out of her pussy were working to make her wetter than she could ever remember being.

After a couple hours of sleeplessness, she gave up trying to sleep. Sliding her down panties to her knees, she spread her legs and let her fingers idly stroke her pussy. Biting her lip, she arched her back as her second orgasm of the day rocked her. She fell asleep with a delirious grin on her face before she could even get herself straightened back up.

+ * + * +

Waking up the next morning, Amber thought for a second that someone had been in her room and pulled her panties down in the middle of the night. Then she remembered that she hadn't bothered to pull them back up after she was done.

Feeling stupid, she pulled her panties back and lounged in bed. She was going to enjoy her day off by being as lazy as she could for as long as she could.

Grabbing the remote to her stereo off the night stand, she turned the stereo on and smiled as one of her Ramones CDs started playing. Stretching out on the bed, she let the music and the sun streaming in through the window wash over her.

It was a ringing phone that finally dragged her out of bed. If it had been her home phone, she would have only needed to reach over and grab it, but it was her cell phone that was sitting in her purse on the table where she'd left it.

Groaning at having to get up, she dragged herself through the house so she could answer the phone. She hoped it wasn't someone on set trying to get her to come in and re-shoot a scene or touch up some lines in the studio. It was her day off after all, and she wanted to keep it that way.

"Hello?" She grumbled, ready to argue about not wanting to work on her day off.

"Amber?" Floyd's voice cut through the fog of sleep still clinging to her brain.

"Hey there," she said, her mood instantly drastically improved.

"You didn't sound to happy there for a second," Floyd observed.

"I was dreading that it might be work wanting me to give up my day off. But now that I know it's you, I'm happy," Amber explained.

"I told you I'd call, so I was wondering if you wanted to do something today," he said. His voice was little more than a squeak, and Amber could tell that he was nervous.

"Sure, what'd you have in mind?" Amber asked.

"I was thinking we could maybe go roller blading down by the beach. I know you said you liked to do that every now and then," he answered, seemingly growing more confident.

"I'd love to," she said enthusiastically.

"Great. What time do you want to meet?" He asked.

"I need to shower, so I'll meet you in about an hour," she answered.

"I was going to grab a cup of coffee on my way, want me to grab you a latte while I'm at it?" He asked.

"That sounds really good right now," she said, impressed that he remembered what type of coffee she drank.

"Okay. I'll see you in an hour with a latte."

"I'll be there. Bye," she said, hanging up.

Feeling a little giddy despite the fact that she was giving up precious lazy time, she put her phone back in her purse. As she headed for the shower, she stopped to give Iggy a stroke or two between his ears where he liked to be petted most.

In the bathroom, she quickly disrobed and stepped beneath the steaming water. She was horny yet again, but didn't have the time to indulge herself in anything other than cleaning herself. With great effort, she managed to block thoughts of Floyd out of her head long enough to finish her shower in record time.

Stepping out of the shower, she quickly dried herself off. Grabbing a pair of black shorts and a solid black t-shirt, she pulled them on.

She was sitting on the edge of the bed putting on her tennis shoes when Iggy came strolling into the bedroom. He jumped up on the bed and watched her for a moment before deciding that her lap would be more comfortable.

"Sorry kitty, but I have to go," she told him, picking up and setting him down on the floor.

Tossing her hair back, she decided to let the sun dry it instead of using her blow drier. Grabbing her wallet and phone, she stuffed them into her pockets. On her way out the door, she grabbed her roller blades out of the closet and slung them over her shoulder.

Getting out the car, she locked up the car and changed into her blades. She skated around for a couple minutes until she spotted Floyd sitting on a bench. He had headphones on and was drumming his hands on the bench to the beat of whatever song he was listening to.

"Hey there," she said, skating up to him.

"Hi," he said, grabbing the two cups of coffee as he took the headphones off and got up.

"What were you listening to?" She asked, sipping her coffee.

"U2. 'Mysterious Ways' was on the radio," he answered.

They skated along the beach for a couple hours. When they ran out of coffee, they stopped by a stand that was right there and Amber bought the next round. They were talking about anything and everything as they skated until the phone in her purse started ringing.

"Hello?" Amber asked, putting the phone up to her ear.

"What are you doing on your day off?" Came Michelle's voice from the other end.

"Right now I'm roller blading," Amber said.

"You must be with what's his name, because you don't roller blade this early if you're by yourself," Michelle said.

"Yes, Floyd's here," Amber said. Covering the phone, she said to Floyd "It's my friend Michelle."

"When do I get to meet him? Take him to your place and I'll meet you there. My cousin Danny saw your show the other night and suddenly wants your autograph, so I can use that as an excuse," Michelle said.

"I'll call you later Michelle," Amber said, hanging up without giving Michelle an answer.

"Is she an actress too?" Floyd asked.

"Yeah, she was on Buffy," Amber answered.

Amber could tell that Floyd was trying to come up with who Michelle might be. Finally, he said "Dawn!"

"Yeah," Amber said, nodding her head. "I met her when I did a guest spot on Buffy a couple years ago. We've been the best of friends ever since. She's been dying to meet you, but I don't know if I'm ready to start introducing you around yet."

"I have to get home and study," Floyd said, tossing his empty coffee cup in the trash bin. "A big test next week and all that, but I owe you a pizza or something tonight if you're still interested."

"Why don't you grab one and bring it over to my place?" Amber suggested. "I've got some errands to run this afternoon, but I should be home by six if you want to come over."

"That sounds great. I'll probably study until more like seven or eight, but I'll bring the pizza over when I'm done," Floyd happily agreed.

"See you then," Amber said, skating off to her car.

She spent the afternoon doing pretty mundane stuff. Grocery shopping, meet with her agent, stop by the set to make sure she didn't have to do any reshoots or anything. All in all, it was a boring afternoon that did nothing to take her mind off the fact that she was going to be all alone in her house with Floyd.

As seven o'clock drew near, Amber grew nervous. She wasn't sure what she'd do if Floyd put a move on her. She wanted him more than she'd wanted anyone else before, but she just wasn't sure if she'd known him long enough.

When the doorbell rang, she made up her mind that she wouldn't go all the way with him tonight. She might fool around with him a little, but she was just too nervous for her to let him fuck her.

"Hey," she said, opening the door. Her excitement fizzled when she saw Michelle standing at the door.

"That's a nice way to greet your best friend," Michelle teased her as she walked inside. "I take it you're waiting for Floyd."

"Yeah, he's bringing over pizza," Amber said.

"You gonna do it tonight?" Michelle asked even though she could have guessed the answer.

"No," Amber replied, blushing at Michelle's insistence.

"Why not?" Michelle prodded. "You've got the perfect chance and you've been on a few dates with him already. If you're not sure if you want to fuck him by now, then you never will."

"I do, just not yet," Amber admitted.

"If you want to fuck him, then fuck him," Michelle said, the exasperation evident in her voice.

"I will, but not until the time's right," Amber said, repeating the same refrain she'd been giving Michelle almost since the day they'd met.

"There's never a perfect time Amber," Michelle reminded her. "If you keep waiting for perfect timing, you're going to be a seventy year old virgin trying to decide whether or not it's the perfect time to let the old guy you sit next to in the park fuck you."

"I'm not going to wait that long," Amber said, aggravated that Michelle wasn't seeing her point.

"You will if you keep wanting everything to be absolutely perfect. If you're sure that he's the right guy, then now is as close to perfect as you're ever going to get," Michelle said, trying to convince Amber to just do it.

"I get what you're saying, but I just don't know if I'm comfortable about it yet," Amber said.

"Fine, then can I get your autograph for my cousin so I can let you and Floyd not have sex," Michelle sneered.

"Yeah, do you want me to sign a picture for him or just a slip of paper?" Amber asked.

"Better make it the picture. It'll give him something to spank the monkey to," Michelle answered, making Amber blush at the thought of someone jerking off to her picture.

"There you go," Amber said, scrawling 'Danny, Thanks for watching the show. With love, Amber Tamblyn' on the glossy photo.

"Thanks, but can I hang out until he gets here? I've got to see the guy that's got my Amber's panties in such a bunch," Michelle grinned, picking up the photo.

"Might as well. If I say no, you'll just hang around in the shadows outside until he gets here. At least this way I'll know you're not outside harassing him," Amber responded.

"I only stalk you 'cause I love you," Michelle said, hugging Amber.

"You can stay until Floyd gets here, but then you need to go," Amber reminded her.

"Yeah, yeah," Michelle said, rolling her eyes. Hearing the doorbell ring, Michelle excitedly grabbed Amber's arm and asked "Is that him?"

"Let me answer the door before you start asking who it is," Amber reminded Michelle.

"Then answer the fucking door so I know if it's him or not," Michelle said, her patience getting a little short.

"Let go of me and I will," Amber said, pulling her arm out of Michelle's grasp.

"Hi," Floyd said when he saw Amber open the door. Seeing Michelle peeking around the edge of the door, he asked "Was I supposed to bring someone for a double date or something?"

"No, Michelle just came over to get something. She was on her way out," Amber said, pulling Michelle out from behind the door.

"You must be the Floyd guy that I've been hearing so much about lately," Michelle said, looking him up and down. She whispered in Amber's ear "He's cute. Mind if I take him for a spin if you're not going to?"

"Good night Michelle," Amber said, pushing Michelle out the door.

"It was nice meeting you Floyd," Michelle called over her shoulder.

"Nice meeting you too Michelle," Floyd returned.

Before Michelle could say another word, Amber shut the door on her. If she'd let Michelle keep talking, she'd never get her to leave.

"That was Michelle?" Floyd asked, handing Amber the pizza that was in his hand.

"Yeah, she just wanted to see what you looked like," Amber answered, taking the pizza into the living room.

"Why didn't you let her stay? It would've been nice to talk to her for more than a few seconds," Floyd said, disappointed that Amber didn't seem to want him around her friends.

"Because I wanted to be alone with you," Amber stated. "Michelle will be fine. She'll find a party somewhere and forget all about how I shut the door in her face."

"In that case, I'm hungry," Floyd said, taking a slice of pizza out of the box.

They sat around eating pizza and watching movies until almost midnight. American Movie Classics was showing their Saturday night horror movies and they made fun of the cheesy dialogue and bad special effects. Amber even took the opportunity to pretend to be scared a couple times just to have an excuse to scoot closer to Floyd on the couch.

Finally Floyd looked at his watch when the last movie was over and said "I should be going. I need to study for a big test on Monday."

"You sure you can't stay a little longer?" Amber implored him, not wanting the night to end just yet.

"I've got a big physics exam and I've barely studied for it. If I don't do well I could lose my scholarship," Floyd explained, obviously torn between studying and spending more time with Amber.

"Call me tomorrow then?" Amber asked, disappointed that he had to leave.

"If I don't call by noon, then I haven't woken up yet. Just call and wake me up," Floyd said, getting up off the couch.

"You'll be receiving the call at 12:01," Amber said, grinning as they walked to the door.

"Not if I call you at 11:59," Floyd returned, grabbing the doorknob.

Stopping him, Amber said "You know, just because I'm a virgin doesn't mean you can't kiss me."

"Is that an invitation or a demand?" Floyd teased her.

"Both, so shut up and kiss me already," Amber said, bracing herself as he moved in.

She wasn't sure what she was expecting, but she wasn't expecting what she got. The kiss started so softly that she could barely feel it, but soon became so white hot that her head exploded in sparks and fireworks.

"Talk to you tomorrow," he said quietly when the kiss broke.

"Tomorrow," she agreed, fighting to keep the lingering effects of the kiss from overwhelming her brain.

Floyd grinned and gave her another quick peck before pulling the door open. Closing the door behind him, he had a spring in his step and a smile plastered to his face as he walked to his car.

Inside, Amber leaned against the door to keep her knees from giving out from under out. She had already been convinced that Floyd was the one, but the kiss only sealed it for her. It was no longer a matter of if she slept with Floyd, it was now a matter of when.

+ * + * +

Sunday was a light day for Amber workwise. They'd completed shooting on Friday, so all she had to do was pick up her scripts, take a dry run through them with the cast, and then go home to memorize her lines. Later in the week there'd be full rehearsals with shooting next week, but for the next day or two it was just running lines and memorization for her. It was the tedious end of the job, but a necessary evil.

She'd been so engrossed with running the lines through her head that she'd completely forgotten about Floyd. It wasn't until she looked at the clock and realized that it was almost one in the afternoon and Floyd hadn't called her.

"Skywalker Ranch," came the answer on the other end of the phone when she called Floyd.

"Is Floyd there?" Amber asked.

"Which Floyd?" Came the reply. "There are two Floyd's here, and it sometimes helps to know which one to give the phone to."

"Dawson. Is Floyd Dawson there?" Amber asked.

"I think he's still in bed. Let me check for you. By the way, I'm Floyd's suitemate Bruce," Bruce said and Amber heard a knock on the other end of the line.

There were some mumbles before Bruce said "It's the phone for you. I don't know who it is, I didn't ask. It's a girl, so it must be that Amber chick you've been talking about."

"Amber?" Floyd asked, the sleepiness dripping off his words.

"You told me to call and wake you up if you didn't call me," Amber said.

"Sorry about that. I stayed up til almost six this morning studying. I think I've got a grip on fission, and fusion should be a breeze in comparison," Floyd said, yawning.

"If you even think of using the term 'gone fission' on me, then you can forget about me calling you again," Amber teased him. She like smart guys, but bad puns were a strict no-no for her.

"That's more the kind of thing that Obi-Wan would say," Floyd retorted.

"Obi-Wan?" Amber asked, confused about who he was talking about.

"Bruce. The guy you just talked to," Floyd explained.

"Why do you call him Obi-Wan?" Amber asked, intrigued by the strange nickname.

"It started when we were freshmen," Floyd started. "He's a Star Wars geek, and one of our friends called him Obi-Wan Kenobruce one day out of the blue after Luke's mentor. It stuck, but we all just shorten it to Obi-Wan now. All of us have Star Wars nicknames now."

"Who's Darth Vader?" Amber asked, smiling at the story.

"Vader is anyone we don't like. Right now Vader is Bruce's Lit teacher because he keeps giving Bruce more work to do that he has time to do it. Basically anyone that we think is evil becomes Darth Vader," Floyd explained.

"What's yours?" Amber asked, desperate to hear what Floyd's friends had dubbed him.

"Well, I'm you know..." Floyd said, trailing off.

"Come on, I want to know," Amber persisted.

"I'm Han," Floyd finally answered. "They call me Han Solo because I'm good with the ladies. Of course, anybody's good with the ladies compared to them."

"I think it's cute," Amber said, stifling her laughter over his embarrassment about his nickname. "Does that make me Princess Leia?"

"If you want, but you don't want to acknowledge that to them," Floyd cautioned. "If you do, they'll think you're a Star Wars geek like the rest of us. You'll wind up spending hours listening to Bruce and Phil discussing the technical specs of the Millennium Falcon."

"I'll keep that in mind," Amber said, suddenly wondering if they were really that bad or if Floyd was just exaggerating.

"So, what are you doing today?" Floyd asked her, changing the subject.

"I have to memorize lines," she answered.

"I need to study some more, but I was thinking we could go somewhere later if you feel like you need a break," Floyd said.

"I'd love to, but I promised Michelle I'd go out with her tonight. She wants a girls night out kind of thing," Amber explained.

"Where's she taking you?" Floyd asked.

"Knowing Michelle, it's probably a kegger in Beverly Hills thrown by some rich kid. I'll probably wind up sitting off to the side drinking a beer while Michelle works her way around the place seeing how many guys she can sleep with in one night," Amber answered.

"Too bad you can't get out of it," Floyd said, disappointment in his voice. "I would've like to have spent some time with you tonight to relax me before the test tomorrow."

"I could drop by before I have to pick up Michelle," Amber offered.

"Yeah, but that would only a few minutes. I'd rather have a few hours," Floyd countered.

"I could always bring Michelle with me," Amber proposed.

"Think about what you just said for a moment. Buffy is just below X-Files in terms of geek love, and you want to bring one of its stars into a lair of geekdom?" Floyd asked her. "You might as well bring Natalie Portman in here."

"That just means that fewer people will be watching me. It'll give us a chance to slip out in the mayhem," Amber suggested.

"We could have sex in the room and no one would notice anything except Michelle," Floyd said.

"I guess we could. We won't, but we could," Amber teased him.

"I'll let you get back to your script. I need to get back to physics," Floyd said. "If you're bringing Michelle, let me know ahead of time so I can at least make the chaos as ordered as possible."

"I'll have to see if she's doing anything. I could tell her that I know of a college party with beer and guys. She'd cancel a date with the president for that," Amber said, only exaggerating slightly.

"If she wants a party, I can deliver a party," Floyd said. "If she actually had a date with Bush then I'd be forced to throw the party of the century just to get her to cancel it."

"I'll call Michelle and see if she wants to come. Like I said, she'd drop everything for a good party. Just make sure to have everyone try to keep the Star Wars talk to a minimum," Amber said.

"Just a minute, Bruce is bugging me about something," Floyd told her.

On the other end, Amber could hear Bruce ask "Is she coming over?"

"She might be bringing someone with her, and no I'm not going to tell you who until it's confirmed," Floyd answered.

"Go ahead and tell him. I'm sure she'll agree," Amber told Floyd.

"The one she might be bringing is Michelle Trachtenberg," Floyd relayed to Bruce.

"Dawnie?" Bruce asked, the shock registering in his voice. "She knows Dawn?"

"Yeah, but don't get your hopes up just in case she can't come," Floyd told Bruce.

Amber could almost hear the sound of Bruce sprinting out of the room to tell anyone within a hundred miles that Floyd had somehow gotten Michelle Trachtenberg to show up in their dorm. She swore she could hear the news spreading like wild fire as geeks united all over campus to welcome their queen into their humble castle.

"Maybe it wasn't such a good idea suggesting that I bring Michelle," Amber said, picturing the mob scene that was sure to await them when they showed up at Floyd's dorm.

"You made your bed, now you have to lie in it," Floyd said, laughing as much at the cliché he'd just spouted as Amber's misgivings.

"I know, now I just have to make sure Michelle's up for it," Amber sighed.

"I'll let you go talk to Michelle," Floyd said. "I've got a party to put together. It shouldn't be too hard. Just get everyone to chip in for food and booze. If it means getting Michelle here, then people will be selling their blood to make it happen. Yoda's old enough that he could be the one to buy the beer."

"Yoda?" Amber asked, still getting used to the fact that they all have Star Wars names.

"That's Joe. He starts talking like Yoda whenever he's high," Floyd clarified, hearing Scooby Doo suddenly come on very loudly in the background. "Speaking of which, he's already high."

"How can you tell?" Amber asked.

"He has a ritual of smoking a joint and then watching Scooby Doo. He says it makes the buzz that much better. I say its just another excuse for him to smoke pot and watch cartoons," Floyd answered.

"I'll call you later," Amber said.

"You sure Michelle's going to come? I don't want to get a dorm full of geeks geared up to party only to disappoint them at the last minute," Floyd pointed out.

"She'll be there," Amber confirmed.

"Okay, then I'll see you tonight," Floyd said, hanging up the phone.

"Is she coming?" Bruce asked, poking his head through the door.

"Amber's bringing Michelle, so we need to throw together a raging party for tonight," Floyd answered, handing the phone back to Bruce as he emerged from his room. "Is Yoda too stoned to buy make a beer run?"

Almost on cue, Joe started giggling hysterically at the cartoon. He had a bag of Doritos in one hand and half a joint in the other.

"I'll get a collection going and then send Bill from down the hall to get the alcohol," Bruce responded, grabbing an empty coffee can. He even tossed in a ten dollar bill.

"Make sure everyone kicks in something. If they don't want to give money, then make them donate music or their rooms," Floyd instructed, tossing a couple bills of his own into the coffee can. "If they want to party, then they need to at least contribute something. I want the entire floor to be one big mass of people, maybe even the whole building if we can swing it."

"Joe said he's willing to donate his stash of pot to the cause," Bruce said.

"You work one end of the floor, I'll work the other. If someone doesn't want to put anything in, make sure they know that Michelle will be here and see if that gets a few dollars out of them," Floyd said as he and Bruce left their suite.

The two of them canvassed the floor and managed to scrape together quite a pile of money. Bruce took most of it and went to find someone to buy the booze and Floyd took what was left and went to find munchies to feed the people that would soon be clogging the halls of the dorm.

By the time Amber called, people were already starting to show up and music could be heard blaring out of several suites on the floor. As Floyd picked up the phone, he had to smile at the sight of people wandering down the hall with cups and swaying to the beat of every conceivable genre of music.

"We're on our way," Amber said when Floyd told her that the party was already starting.

"I have a feeling that this whole place is going to devolve into drunken debauchery soon. There's already people having sex in the hallway," Floyd said, watching a cute blond being pressed against the wall as a guy fucked her and a group of people cheered the couple on.

"Floyd says people are already having sex in the hall," Amber told Michelle.

"Let me talk to him," Floyd could hear Michelle beg Amber. When she had the phone, she said "Describe the sex to me."

"Well, cute blond with shoulder length hair and legs that go on for days, tall guy with lots of muscles. The blond has her back to the wall, skirt hitched up, panties hooked around one ankle, and legs wrapped around the guy's waist. He's fucking her like there's no tomorrow and there are a half dozen guys and a couple women standing around watching the show," Floyd said.

"Damn, I wish I was the blond," Michelle said, licking her lips at the description.

"It's over, the guy just pulled out," Floyd said. When Michelle made a sound of disappointment, Floyd added "She doesn't seem to be ready to quit though. She just grabbed another guy and is practically tearing his pants off."

"Step on it Amber," Michelle demanded.

"Nice," Floyd said, watching as the blond grabbed a brunette woman and started to push her head down to her pussy.

"What?" Michelle asked, not wanting to miss a detail.

"The blond seems to swing both ways. She's now giving head to the new guy and has a brunette chick eating her pussy," Floyd responded, watching the sex show with fascination.

"That is so hot," Michelle said, shocking Floyd. He'd heard rumors about celebrities enjoying sex no matter what gender their partners were, but it still left him speechless to hear Michelle confess that girl on girl sex was hot.

"Tell him we'll be there in a few minutes," Amber said, and Michelle relayed to Floyd.

"Just follow the crowd of people, and maybe the blond will let you join in if you get here in time," Floyd told Michelle.

"That sounds nice, but I'm looking for a guy or two tonight," Michelle said.

"You should be able to find a few of those too," Floyd said before hanging up the phone.

He took a couple more minutes to watch the threesome in the hall before he forced himself to turn and make sure everything was ready. Their suite was the place where the stoners were congregating since it's where Joe and his stash were. There were already a couple people lounging around the suite and listening to the Grateful Dead as smoke hung thickly in the air.

Floyd was about to point out the cliché of it all, with guys listening to the Dead while they get high and all, when he spotted Amber and Michelle emerging from the elevator. The moment they were out, someone was handing them beers and the mob was already forming to grill Michelle on all sorts of Buffy related topics.

"Leave them alone," Floyd told everyone, swooping in beat back the throngs of people.

"Thanks," Michelle said, sipping her beer. "I'm used to it, but I'd like to get a beer or two in me before they attack me."

"Actually I was just trying to save Amber," Floyd joked as he led them to his suite.

"He's cute, and he knows when to kiss your ass. He's a keeper," Michelle told Amber. "Mind if I take him for the night? I mean, you're obviously not going to use him are you?"

Floyd took the chance to look each of them up and down. Michelle was dressed quite revealingly in a sheer black blouse that only had a couple buttons actually buttoned. The top two were unbuttoned to reveal a lacy white bra along with a healthy dose of cleavage and the bottom ones were undone to show off the creamy skin of her flat stomach. A black skirt that reached almost to her knees completed the ensemble, but it was loose enough that Floyd was sure it'd flare up and show whatever she might be hiding under it if Michelle turned around quick enough. Amber was very casually dressed in a pair of baggy beige cargo pants and a white long sleeved t-shirt that was tight enough to make up for the baggy pants.

"There are plenty of guys here for you to choose from without you taking the one I want," Amber said, elbowing Michelle playfully.

"Floyd here might be the only one worth my time," Michelle pointed out.

"Hey Chris," Floyd said, waving at someone.

"Hey Floyd," Chris greeted back.

"This is Amber," Floyd said, motioning to Amber. Pointing at Michelle, he added "And this is Michelle. Amber and Michelle, this is Chris Jackson. He lives in the suite across the hall."

"Hi Chris," Amber said.

"Hey there," Michelle said, grabbing his arm. "Any other cute guys around you can introduce me to?"

"She sure doesn't waste any time does she?" Floyd asked Amber, watching Michelle drag Chris off to who knows where.

"No she doesn't," Amber agreed as Floyd motioned her through the door into his suite. The smoke was so thick in the main room that she coughed when it hit her. Waving her hand in front of her face to try and clear it up a bit, she said "Shit, I feel like I'm already getting a contact high."

"I just wanted to show you where I live, but we could go to another suite if you want," Floyd offered.

"Don't tell Michelle that they're smoking or she'll be in here smoking everything they have," Amber mused, feeling light headed from inhaling the smoke.

"This is my room over here," Floyd said, opening the door to the room he shared with Joe.

"Nice picture of Mandy Moore," Amber giggled, spotting the poster hanging on the wall above one of the beds.

"That's Joe's," Floyd said, closing the door to keep the smoke out. "The one of Michelle Branch over there is mine."

"Michelle makes better music, but Mandy's cuter," Amber said playfully. Turning around, she spotted a poster of Liz Phair on the back of the door. Pointing at it, she asked "Who's is this one?"

"That's Joe again," Floyd answered.

"And you tried to tell me you didn't know who she was," Amber said.

"I didn't," Floyd protested. "The poster's been hanging there for forever, but I didn't make the connection until a couple days ago."

"I'm surprised that you two are as geeky as you say but there isn't a single Buffy or Star Wars poster to be seen," Amber observed.

"I had a poster of Eliza as Faith, but Keith across the hall stole it a few months ago. Bruce takes any Star Wars posters and Chris swipes anything that has Natalie Portman on it, so it's impossible to keep one of them around," Floyd laughed.

Opening the door of the bedroom, Amber suggested "Why don't we go see if we can steal some of them back for you."

"This is where I need to be," Michelle's voice boomed out from the doorway of the suite as Amber and Floyd stepped out of his room.

"Well, this place is soon to be in an orgy," Amber sighed. She knew that Michelle probably had already had a couple drinks and was about to smoke some pot. That meant that anyone in the room was about ten minutes away from having a naked Michelle Trachtenberg dancing on the table for them. From there it wouldn't take long before Michelle decided she was horny and let anyone with a dick have their way with her.

"I love that smell," Michelle said, sniffing the scent of burning marijuana in the air. "Who's got the pipe?"

"I prefer joints," Joe said before sucking deeply off the fat joint in his hand. He held the smoke in for as long as he could while Michelle bullied herself into the circle. Aiming his head towards the ceiling, Joe blew the smoke out and passed the joint to Michelle.

"Gimme," Michelle said, taking a couple quick puffs before it went out. Passing it on to the next guy in line as she let the smoke work it's way into her lungs.

"I don't know how they do it," Floyd said, watching them pass the joint from person to person. "I can barely be in the same room with that shit without hacking up a lung, yet they're not even coughing."

"I've never tried it, so I wouldn't know," Amber said.

"What? You've never tried it?" Joe asked, lifting his up as he blew out another lung full of smoke. "Come on and try it."

"No thanks," Amber said, declining the offer. "It's never really appealed to me."

"Come on Amber," Michelle said, taking the joint from Joe. "There enough for one more drag."

Amber looked at Floyd to see if she should or not. Floyd just shrugged at her in response and she decided that she should at least try it before deciding that it was bad.

"That's the spirit," Michelle cheered as Amber took the joint from her.

"I'm just going to try it once," Amber said, taking a quick puff and just as quickly letting the smoke out.

"That's not how you do it," Michelle said, rolling her eyes at Amber's technique. "Suck on it until it feels like your lungs are going to explode, and then just hold it for as long as you can."

Shrugging, she took Michelle's advice. Putting it back to her mouth, Amber sucked the smoke in until she couldn't take any more. Pulling the joint away, she held her breath and passed it back to Michelle.

"That's the way," Michelle said, watching Amber's face as she held the smoke in.

Finally able to hold smoke no longer, Amber gasped for breath as the smoke exploded from her lungs through her mouth. Drawing in ragged breaths of fresh air, or at least fresher than the smoke that had just been in her lungs, Amber didn't feel anything that might be considered a high in her mind. She was slightly light headed, but she chalked that up to the fact that she'd just held her breath for as long as she could.

"Here, try this," Joe said, holding out a cigar he'd just lit.

Amber hesitated for a second or two before taking the cigar. What the hell, she thought to herself. She'd already smoked pot tonight, a cigar is nothing compared to that.

"I don't feel anything-," Amber started as she took a drag on the cigar. The moment the smoke hit her lungs, the nicotine from the cigar triggered the pot in her system. Suddenly her whole body seemed to float a couple inches off the couch. "Oh shit."

"She's feeling it now," Michelle smiled.

"Better get some chips ready for her. Being new to this, the munchies should kick in quickly for her," Joe said.

Just as Joe predicted, Amber suddenly felt a ravenous sense of hunger in her stomach. Seeing Floyd hold out a bag of cool ranch Doritos in front of her, Amber grabbed them and started stuffing the chips into her mouth two at a time.

"Look at her go," one of the guys that Amber hadn't been introduced to said, marveling at the way she stuffed the chips into her mouth.

"Sorry," Amber said, suddenly bursting into laughter for no reason. She tried to stop long enough to eat more chips, but everyone else around her started laughing and it just spurred her to laugh even harder.

The whole room was filled with a bunch of stoned people laughing like maniacs despite the fact that nothing even remotely funny had been said. Floyd watched with detached amusement as everyone but him found the act of laughing to be the funniest thing since the invention of the Whoopie cushion.

"Ooh look, spiders," Joe said between bursts of cackling like a hyena.

"Oh god, get them off me," Amber shrieked, suddenly seeing giant spiders crawling all over her. Jumping up, she started swatting at the invisible spiders in an effort to get them away.

"She's afraid of fucking spiders," Michelle screamed at Joe. Grabbing Amber, she tried to calm her down by saying "There aren't any spiders Amber. He was just messing with you."

"Get them away. Please get them off me," Amber continued to scream. She was already pulling up the hem of her shirt to get them off, but Floyd stopped her before she could give the guys a free show.

"There aren't any spiders. Joe was just fucking with your head," Floyd said, repeating Michelle's words as he hugged her. He seemed to be getting through to her because she relaxed slightly in his grasp.

"No spiders?" Amber asked, eyes closed so she wouldn't have to look at the phantom creatures that were scaring the hell out of her.

"No spiders," Floyd said, rocking her back and forth to calm her down even further. "The spiders are gone.

Opening her eyes, Amber didn't see any trace of the spiders that she could've sworn were there moments earlier. Lifting her head from Floyd's shoulder, she held her arms up to inspect them. Not seeing any there, she pulled back from Floyd and looked herself over.

"Oh god," Amber gasped in relief, the fear finally fleeing when she saw that she had just been hallucinating the eight legged creatures.

When Amber looked up at him, Floyd's breath caught in his throat. She looked so vulnerable and sexy in that moment that all he could was pull her back in for another hug.

"I don't think I want to do any more of that stuff," Amber said.

"I'm sorry about that," Joe apologized to Amber. "I didn't know you had a phobia or I wouldn't have done it."

"It's okay," Amber said. The fear of the spiders had pushed any high that she had felt out of her head and she didn't want to stay around to get high again. "Come on Floyd, we have to steal your posters back."

"Get my Dark Angel poster back from Butch if you can," Joe yelled after them as they exited the room. When they were gone, Joe rolled another joint and asked "Who wants another round?"

"Count me in," Michelle said, undoing another button on her blouse.

"Amber, this is Keith Brock," Floyd said, introducing Amber to a guy with a shaved head in the suite across the hall from Floyd's. "Keith, this is Amber.

"Nice to meet you, Keith," Amber said, extending her hand.

"You look familiar," Keith said, taking her hand and shaking it.

"I've got a show on CBS," Amber offered.

"No, that's not it. I don't watch CBS," Keith said, trying to place where he'd seen her.

"She did a guest spot on Buffy," Floyd said, knowing that was more than likely the place where Keith had seen her.

"Ahh," Keith said, finally placing the face. "I'd love to get me some of that Sarah Michelle Gellar."

"I think that line starts with Freddie Prinze Jr.," Amber said, not expecting the visible wince on Keith's face that the mention of that name brought.

"I should've told you this, but you don't mention that name around Keith," Floyd explained to Amber. Grabbing her arm, he led her away from Keith and said "Now he'll spend the next hour detailing his reasons for believing that Freddie's the most evil man in America to anyone that will listen. From there it will progress into his 'at least he hasn't touched Rose McGowan' speech. It's really not something you want to hang around for."

"What does she see in him any way? Doesn't she know that Jewish guys with shaved heads are the ones she should be sleeping with?" Keith ranted. Seeing that Floyd and Amber were walking away, he found someone else to talk to. "I still say he's an evil warlock using some kind of magic to control Sarah. It's the only explanation for the fact that she married that loser."

"The one playing with the stereo is Rich. He's British, but don't hold that against him," Floyd told Amber, pointing to a guy with a couple days stubble and shaggy hair. He was wearing jeans and a t-shirt for a band called The Kills

"Hey mate," Rich said, spotting Floyd making his way over with Amber.

A band neither Floyd or Amber had heard of started playing on the stereo as Floyd introduced Amber to Rich. "Amber, this is Rich Wilson. Rich, this is Amber."

"You've been hanging out with Joe haven't you?" Rich asked Amber, smelling the pot smoke on her clothing. "Did he make you watch Scooby Doo while you were over there?"

"No, they were listening to the Grateful Dead with the TV off," Amber answered. "Who is this that's playing?"

"They call themselves Jet and they're just starting to be known here in the states," Rich said. Grabbing a good looking brunette by the waist and pulling her towards him, he said "Amber, meet my girlfriend Kate. Kate, this is Floyd's friend Amber."

"You don't look like the kind of girl that normally hangs out with Floyd," Kate said, shaking Amber's hand as she shot Floyd a grin to show she was just joking. "You're actually cute."

"Hey now," Floyd said. "You're just lucky Rich is a nice guy or I'd make a comment about the guys you hang out with."

"He's right you know," Rich said. "You can't really beat him up for the women he dates when you're dating me."

"You're not so bad when you're talking about Natalie," Kate told Rich.

"Tyson will back me up that Natalie is the most beautiful woman in the world," Rich said.

"Did I hear my name?" A guy Amber took to be Tyson asked as he came up from behind Amber and Floyd.

"I was telling Kate that you'd agree that Natalie Portman is the most beautiful woman on earth," Rich said.

"She is," Tyson agreed, "but Britney's a close second."

"Never, ever compare Natalie and Britney," Rich said heatedly. "Natalie is beautiful and talented. Britney's a puppet who can't even sing."

"Don't start this now," Floyd said, hoping to stop the argument before the fist fight started. "Tyson, meet Amber. Amber, this is Tyson Lowe. Tyson's the final member of the Natalie suite as we call it around here. I think it's pretty obvious why it's called that."

"All of us here adore Natalie," Tyson said, shifting his beer into the other hand to shake Amber's hand. "Keith actually prefers Rose McGowan, but he likes Natalie because she's Jewish like he is. The rest of us would take Natalie over anyone."

"Rich even went so far as to tell me early on that Natalie was the one woman he couldn't turn down no matter how hard he tried," Kate said.

"Why someone would want to turn Natalie down is beyond me," Tyson said.

"He doesn't," Kate pointed out. "I just made him promise to at least try to resist if she decides she wants a one night stand with him."

"I don't know why anyone would even try to resist," Tyson said.

"We'll be back in a minute, we're just going to steal my Faith poster back from Keith," Floyd said, excusing himself and Amber before Kate and Tyson started arguing.

"He doesn't want to resist, but he has to at least try," Kate said, aggravation at Tyson in her voice as Floyd led Amber away.

"These are the people you hang out with?" Amber said, watching over her shoulder as Rich stepped between Kate and Tyson to stop Kate from tearing into him.

"They're all great people. Kate and Tyson just happen to be the types that clash," Floyd said as he opened the door to one of the rooms. Spotting his poster of Eliza on the wall, he took it down and rolled it up. "Here, you carry it. It'll look less suspicious if you're holding on to it."

"Why would anyone care? It's yours isn't it?" Amber asked as Floyd handed her the poster.

"Yeah, but it's a bit of a game Keith and I play. He steals it from me, I steal it from him. The fun is in getting back without being caught," Floyd explained. Opening the door, Floyd looked around to make sure Keith wasn't around. Not seeing him, Floyd slipped out with Amber right behind him. "Joe wants us to steal his Dark Angel poster from Butch down the hall, but he can do it on his own."

"I feel like I'm in 'The Italian Job' or one of those heist movies sneaking around like this," Amber said as her and Floyd snuck out of the Natalie suite and back across the hall.

"You get used to it, but we only steal posters," Floyd said, producing another poster from out of nowhere.

"Where'd you get that?" Amber asked. She hadn't seen him take another poster off the wall, let alone take the time to roll it up.

"I'm just escalating the game a little," Floyd said, unrolling the poster to show Amber the face of Rose McGowan. Hearing a scream of rage from behind them, Floyd said "Well, Keith just found out his favorite poster is gone. I'd frame Joe, but he lives in the same room I do. I wonder if Bruce wants to take the fall."

As they entered Floyd's suite, Amber noticed that Joe and Michelle were conspicuously absent among the group of people getting high in the main room. A few of them were even trying to play Super Mario Cart while stoned, but they obviously weren't faring well by the giggling and frustrated moans of players who had just crashed their cars a into a wall. She watched with amusement as people will dulled motor skills tried to do something that required the opposite while Floyd planted the poster in Bruce's room.

"Come on, lets go before Keith comes looking," Floyd said, grabbing Amber's hand and pulling her back out of the suite.

"Where the fuck is that asshole? He took Rose, and for that he shall die," Keith screamed, exiting his suite just as Floyd and Amber ducked into a crowd of people.

When Keith disappeared into his suite, Floyd pulled Amber towards the door so they could watch Keith's search. When they got to the door, they were just in time to see Keith throw open the door to Floyd's room and the feminine scream that accompanied the invasion.

"Have you seen Floyd?" Keith asked, standing in the doorway. He had walked in on Joe and Michelle, and was enjoying the sight of Michelle's naked body that she didn't bother to cover up.

"No man. Last I saw, his girlfriend was freaking out and he said he was going to get his poster back," Joe answered, scrambling to cover himself up. Michelle may not mind if people saw her naked, but he sure as hell wasn't going to leave himself uncovered.

"Thanks, and next time cover yourself quicker," Keith said, closing the door. Spotting Floyd, he screamed "Where is it? What'd you do with Rose?"

"I don't know. I only took my Eliza poster," Floyd said, holding up the hand that Amber still had the poster in.

"Give me that," Keith said, snatching the poster from Amber's hand. Unrolling it, he saw that it indeed was just the Eliza poster. Handing it back to Floyd, he said "If I find out you took Rose, well it won't be pretty."

"What's he going to do to Bruce if he finds the poster in his room?" Amber asked Floyd when Keith was out of earshot.

"Keith likes Obi Wan, so probably nothing," Floyd answered. Motioning to the door of his room, he asked "Should we see what Joe and Michelle are up to?"

"I think I'll need a few more drinks before I get the urge to see Michelle in a live sex show," Amber replied.

"Then lets go find you something to drink," Floyd said, leading Amber out of the suite to find where the booze was stashed.

The two of them wandered all over the floor of the dorm taking drinks when offered, and the more Amber had the more she found herself wondering if maybe she should've taken Floyd up on the offer to watch Joe and Michelle fuck. She'd never even watched a porn movie, so the thought of watching two people have sex was very enticing to a virgin like her. She was pretty sure that watching her best friend get laid would be a little weird, but it didn't keep her mind from wondering what it might look like.

By the time the party started breaking up, Amber was thoroughly drunk and loving every minute of it. Everything seemed to be moving in slow motion as her eyes refused to focus and she stumbled around with only Floyd to hold her up. Even that wasn't much because Floyd was drunk and stumbling around as well.

"You can't drive home you know," Floyd said, slurring his words as he finished off the last of the drink in the plastic cup in his hand. He couldn't remember what the guy making the drinks had called it, but he knew it tasted good and had quite a kick to it.

"I guess Michelle and I are staying here tonight then," Amber said, tripping and falling against the wall.

"Are you all right?" Floyd asked, leaning over to check on her. Unfortunately, his balance was just as bad and he fell onto the floor next to her.

Amber had been about to tell him that she was fine when he took his own dive. Only laughter came out of her mouth instead of words as the two of them sat on the floor of the hallway outside his suite too drunk to get up.

"Look at you two," Rich said, standing over them guitar in hand. "Too drunk to even stand up."

"Are you going to lecture us or help us up?" Floyd asked him.

"I was going to play 'Whole Lotta Rosie' for you, but I don't see why I should if you're going to be like that," Rich said, slinging his guitar across his back so he could hold out his hands to help them up.

"Do you know any Liz Phair?" Amber asked, once she had her feet under her.

"How's this?" Rich responded, playing the riff from 'Supernova' for her.

"I don't know that one. All I have is that Exile album," Amber said.

"Then I'll try this one," Rich said, immediately switching to 'Never Said' for her.

"Ooh, I like that one," Amber said, swaying as much from the alcohol as the music.

"Get her to bed before she pukes on my shoes," Rich advised Floyd.

"I want to hear more," Amber said defiantly.

"Let Floyd tuck you in and I'll introduce you to Liz some day," Rich promised her.

"Really? You know her?" Amber asked, reaching out to lean on the wall so she wouldn't fall over again.

"I interviewed her for the school paper a few months ago. She liked me so much that she invited me to lunch a couple times," Rich said.

"I'm going to bed, but only because you promised to introduce me," Amber said, feeling her way along the wall until she reached the door to Floyd's suite.

"I'll sleep on the couch out here and you can have my bed," Floyd said. That's when he saw that the couch was occupied by a pair of Joe's stoner friends that hadn't quite gotten the clue when Joe had disappeared. They were passed out with empty bags of chips littering the floor around them.

"Looks like you're with me," Amber said, grabbing the front of Floyd's shirt and pulling him towards his room.

When they opened the door, the sounds of sex could be heard as Joe and Michelle had obviously worked their way up to round two, or three for all Amber knew. Michelle was on her back with her knees to pressed to her chest and Joe crouched over her jamming his cock into her. They didn't seem to notice their audience and Amber just sat on the end of the bed intently watching them.

"Don't mind us," Floyd said, finally letting Joe and Michelle know they were in the room.

"Are you going to do it?" Michelle asked Amber, peppering the question with moans as Joe fucked her.

"I don't know," Amber said, still studying the way Joe's cock looked plowing in and out of Michelle's pussy. The sight was rapidly drenching her own pussy and she was confused because it seemed to be Michelle's pussy that was getting her worked up rather than Joe's tool.

"You're just going to watch Joe fuck me?" Michelle grunted as Joe hit a sensitive spot inside her.

Amber didn't answer as she watched with amazement at how Michelle's juices seemed to be gushing out with every thrust. Joe's cock glistened in the soft light of the room and without being aware of it, Amber's hands stroked her pussy through her jeans.

Floyd wanted to see Michelle naked, but Joe's ass was the most prominent object from his viewpoint so he just kicked off his shoes and tried to ignore the show. Michelle's moans were hard to overlook though and he found himself casting the occasional glance over to see if he see anything other than Joe while he stripped down to his boxers.

"I want on top," Michelle said, pushing Joe off her.

Floyd and Amber both perked up as Michelle clambered on top of Joe. Wanting to play to the audience, Michelle mounted Joe facing Amber and Floyd.

When Michelle's eyes locked with her own, Amber blushed and cast her eyes downward. She didn't know why she was staring at Michelle, but she sure didn't want her best friend knowing that she was. Michelle just looked so hot in the throes of passion that Amber couldn't take her eyes off her friend for long. Soon Amber was once again gaping at the lewd act taking place in front of her.

"Oh yeah, fuck me," Michelle screeched at Joe, but it was more for Amber's benefit than anyone else.

Amber got up from the bed and kicked off her shoes. She was too shy to strip naked in front of everyone even though she really wanted to so she climbed under the covers with Floyd while still wearing her jeans and t-shirt.

By the time Michelle came to her screaming climax, Amber was so hot that if Floyd had tried she would've let him fuck her right there on the spot. She was partially disappointed that he didn't because she wanted him so badly, but another part of her was glad because in the one part of her mind that wasn't overcome with alcohol and hormones she knew that she would've regretted it in the morning.

Floyd had been wrestling with whether it was the right time to see if he could get somewhere with Amber, but he ultimately decided that it just didn't feel right. Instead, he just pulled her to him and luxuriated in the feel of her body pressed to his until his mind stopped spinning enough for him to sleep.

+ * + * +

"Wake up," was the first thing Amber heard in the morning. Michelle had said it quietly, but Amber's hangover made it sound like she was yelling through a megaphone right into her ear.

"Quiet," Amber groaned, rolling over and grabbing her head.

"You have to be on set in an hour," Michelle reminded her.

"Oh shit," Amber said, sitting upright. The action was enough to nauseate her and she quickly laid back down before the spinning room made her throw up.

"You're not going to be able to work today. You better call and take the day off, or at least the morning. I'm sure they can do some scenes that don't involve you until you can get there," Michelle suggested.

"Where's my phone?" Amber asked, blindly searching for the spot on her bedside table where she normally kept her phone with her hand. She still hadn't remembered that she'd been too drunk to drive home and had slept in Floyd's bed.

"Here, it was in your pants on the floor," Michelle said, handing Amber her phone.

Suddenly it hit Amber and she was left wondering when she'd taken her pants off. She had a vague memory of slipping them off once she was under the covers but wasn't sure. Floyd wasn't in bed and he didn't seem to be in the room either.

"Where are Floyd and Joe?" Amber asked, taking her phone from Michelle.

"Floyd said he had a class and Joe needed to go replenish his stash," Michelle answered, sitting on the edge of the bed. "You feeling okay?"

"Head hurts like hell, but other than that yeah I'm fine," Amber said, finally noticing that Michelle was wearing only the white bra and black skirt from the night before. The feelings she'd experienced while watching Michelle fuck Joe came rushing back and she pulled the blankets over her head to keep Michelle from noticing the flush that she knew was erupting in her cheeks. She just hoped that Michelle took it as her way of trying to avoid the hangover rather than the sexual attraction she felt for her best friend.

"You should have fucked Floyd last night," Michelle told Amber as she put her blouse back on. "You had the perfect chance to do it. You could have even blamed the alcohol if you wanted to."

"Maybe I just didn't feel like it," Amber responded, knowing perfectly well that Michelle was right. She had wanted to do it, but she hadn't been able to steel her nerves up enough to make the first move.

"You were drunk, in bed with him, and watching me screw Joe. If that didn't have you ready to rip Floyd's clothes off and fuck him senseless, nothing will," Michelle said, pulling the covers completely off Amber.

"We don't all jump into bed with guys at the drop of a hat like you," Amber commented, rolling out of bed.

She was feeling self conscious about being dressed only in her t-shirt and panties in front of Michelle even though Michelle had seen her like this before. It wasn't the first time Michelle had gotten drunk and crashed in the same room as her so why was she feeling this way, she thought to herself as she pulled her pants on.

"I don't expect you just fuck a stranger or anything, but you've had enough dates with Floyd to know whether you want to sleep with him or not," Michelle countered.

"I know, I know," Amber sighed. "I'm just not quite sure."

"You better decide soon before another woman swoops in and takes him away from you," Michelle warned. "I just might give him a go if you're not going to."

Amber wanted to be mad at that comment, but she couldn't help thinking about Floyd and Michelle having sex. Maybe it was because she hadn't made up her own mind about him, but the thought of her best friend and the guy she hoped would be her boyfriend fucking turned her on more than she could have imagined.

So instead of responding, Amber just grunted and rubbed her temples to drive her headache away. She hoped that Michelle knew Floyd was off limits, but she knew that she couldn't exactly mark her territory without giving up her virginity.

"You ready to go?" Michelle asked, seeing that Amber was fully clothed.

"Yeah, I just hope my sunglasses are in the car or the sun is going to kill my eyes," Amber said, grabbing her cell phone.

She made her call in to the set to see if they could work without her until after noon on the way to the car. By the time they were on the road, Amber had cleared her morning so she could sleep off some more of her hangover. The producers weren't happy about it, but they could tell by her voice that she wasn't feeling well and had relented.

"When you leave the set tonight, find Floyd and give him a sloppy blow job," Michelle advised Amber when she dropped her off at her house. "Let him know that you're interested."

"I'll think about it," Amber said.

"Call you later," Michelle said, closing the car door behind her.

On the way home, Amber did give some thought to the sloppy blow job that Michelle had told her to give Floyd. She'd given a couple of them in her life, but certainly not enough to make her think she was an expert. Neither of the guys she'd gone down on in the past had complained, but from what she understood, few guys complain when they get their dicks sucked.

By the time she walked through her front door, she had decided that she would find Floyd but give him something much better than a blow job. It was time she started listening to Michelle and got laid. She'd never felt for a guy the way she felt about Floyd, even if it wasn't love just yet, and there may never be a perfect time like Michelle was always telling her.

"I'm gonna do it," she said out loud to herself, grinning at the thought that she was finally going to lose her cherry.

+ * + * +

Unfortunately for Amber, she'd had to work later than usual the rest of the week to make up for the time she took off for her hangover. Combine that with the normally long days of shooting and she didn't get to do more than talk to Floyd on the phone in between scenes. Just when she'd decided to have sex, the fates decided to make it impossible for her do anything more than fantasize about it. Even then she was too tired at night to do that much.

Finally a break came Friday afternoon when the episode wrapped a few hours early and the cast was given the rest of the day off. She had to be in on Saturday to do a couple scenes, but they weren't due to be shot until the afternoon and she'd be out within a couple hours.

As she was driving home, she wasn't sure if she should call Floyd to see what he was doing or if she should just show up at his door. Since she was already halfway home, she decided to go on home and call Floyd from there. That way she could have a shower and make sure he wasn't still in class.

+ * + * +

"Are you looking for Joe?" Floyd asked as he opened the door of his suite to see Michelle on the other side dressed in a beige tank top and khaki pants that left just a hint of her lower stomach open to the air.

"If he's here," Michelle answered, pushing her way past him and into the suite. "If not, then I'll just hang out with you. You got anything to drink in here?"

"There's Pepsi, or there's even a couple beers left from the party that no one's found," Floyd said, looking through the mini fridge.

"Give me a beer," Michelle said, taking the can of cold beer from Floyd when it was offered.

"Joe's in class. I think he has American Lit. right now," Floyd explained.

"That's too bad because I came here to get laid. If he's not going to do it, then I'm going to have to find someone else to take care of me," Michelle said, cracking open her beer. Taking a long swallow, she asked "Where am I going to find someone for that kind of job?"

"Joe should be back in a bit if you want to wait for him," Floyd supplied.

"I don't want to wait that long. It looks like you'll have to do," Michelle said, giving Floyd her best 'come fuck me' look. She'd had lots of practice using the look in the last couple years, and she had pretty much perfected it.

"What about Amber?" Floyd asked, wondering why Michelle was coming on to him. He wasn't complaining, but part of him couldn't shake the feeling that it was some kind of test to see whether he'd cheat or not. He wasn't sure if Amber knew about it or if it was just Michelle's way of trying to protect her friend, but there had to be some kind ulterior motive lurking in there somewhere.

"She hasn't decided whether to sleep with you or not, so I thought I might relieve you of some of your tension," Michelle answered. Amber hadn't enlightened her about her decision yet, so Michelle wasn't actually lying.

"I don't know," Floyd said, immensely torn between his groin's commands to fuck Michelle and his brain's cries that it was all a set up. When Michelle stepped forward and ran her index finger along the bottom of his chin, his defenses crumbled and he gave in to his groin. "My room, unless you want to use the couch where anyone walking in will catch us."

"I do love the thrill of possibly getting caught, but I don't think you do," Michelle said, setting her beer down.

"My room it is then," Floyd said, taking Michelle's hand and leading her to his room.

"No need for kissing," Michelle said as Floyd leaned in to kiss her. As she tugged down her pants, she said "I just want to fuck. Save the romance for Amber, she likes that stuff."

Shrugging, Floyd followed Michelle's example and began tearing off his clothes as fast as possible. When he was down to his boxers, he looked up just in time to see Michelle reach behind her and unhook the clasp of her green bra and let it fall down her shoulders. He'd seen what she had to offer when he and Amber had watched her fuck Joe after the party, but knowing that he was going to be the one fucking her this time ratcheted up his arousal another notch.

"I see you're already ready," Michelle said, nodding favorably at the way Floyd's boxers were tented.

"Well, I do have a hot chick standing in front of me in just her panties. That tends to help out a bit," Floyd said sheepishly.

"Don't be embarrassed about it," Michelle said, hooking her thumbs in the waistband of her panties. As she slowly peeled them down, she kept her eyes locked on Floyd to see his reaction. She grinned inwardly when she saw the unfettered lust and hunger in his eyes as her freshly shaven pussy came into view. "Are you going to gawk at me all day, or are you going to do something?"

"Uh, yeah," Floyd said, snapping out of the trance that Michelle's naked body had put him in. He tugged his boxers down as Michelle sprawled out on his bed.

"My, my, my," Michelle said, her eyes lighting up when Floyd's cock came into view. She bent her knees and brought her feet up to her ass. "Someone's been eating his Wheaties."

Taking Michelle's hint, Floyd crawled on the bed between her legs. He started at her ankles and dragged his fingers lightly along the skin of her calves. He hadn't had a ton of women, but he'd had enough to have an idea of what worked. Light touches generally add a little extra anticipation to the foreplay. It also gave him a chance to give in to his slight leg fetish.

When he reached Michelle's thighs, he made small figure eights that led ever so closer to the prize with each circuit. As he did so, he watched Michelle's face to make sure she was enjoying the build up as much as he was. He could tell that she liked it, but she also had a look of impatience that told that she just wanted him to dive in and forget about all the extras.

Cutting the figure eights short, he moved his hands directly to her cunt. He traced his finger along the area just outside her pussy. Occasionally he'd move closer, but stop just before he touched anything that might give her direct stimulation. He hoped that the teasing would drive her wild the moment he actually touched something.

"Get on with it," Michelle groaned, moving her hips trying to get him to touch her where she actually wanted to be touched.

"Like this?" Floyd asked, all too briefly grazing the folds of her pussy with the tip of his fingers as he passed over to the other side.

She was frustrated that she wasn't getting any closer to the release she so desperately wanted, but her pussy leaked it's lubricating juices nevertheless. It was all she could do not to grab his hand and show him what she wanted. Just when she thought she was going to lose it completely, Floyd finally gave her what she wanted. She gasped audibly and her eyes rolled back when his fingers spread her pussy lips and his thumb brushed against her aching clit.

Michelle's enthusiastic response to his ministrations was exactly what Floyd was hoping for. Taking the next step, he slipped his middle finger into her hole drawing a moan from Michelle's throat.

When he slid a second finger inside her, she almost came on the spot. He had teased her so well that she was already about to burst and she hadn't even felt his tongue work it's magic. It'd been a long time since anyone had gotten her so worked up so early in the game. It normally took several minutes of oral sex before she was even approaching orgasm, but here she was fighting for her life not to cum before she got to experience what he could truly do.

Floyd watched Michelle as worked the two fingers in and out of her. She had a breast in each hand, madly pinching and twisting the nipples in her fingers and he thought he could see her fighting an orgasm already, but he couldn't be completely sure.

Wanting to see if he was correct, he decided to pull out a trick that had always worked in the past. He dragged the fingers inside her along the walls of her pussy until he found what he was looking for. As his fingers dragged along the outskirts of her g-spot, he could see the orgasm boiling under the surface threaten to erupt. If he'd actually gone straight for the g-spot, there wouldn't have been any stopping Michelle from coming right there and then.

Michelle moaned and arched her back as she fought off the orgasm once more. Fuck he's good, she thought to her herself as she arched her back and forced his fingers deeper into her cunt. She finally let go of one of her tits and reached for Floyd's head. Grabbing it, she pushed it down until his mouth was mere inches away from her needy little pussy.

With a close up view of Michelle's pussy, he wondered if she'd shaven it earlier just before coming over or if it was a day or two old. He didn't have much time to ponder it though as Michelle insistently pushed his head down towards her slit. Slithering his tongue out, he gave her clit a quick flick to get her to ease up.

"Yeah," Michelle groaned, letting go of his head and returning her hand to her vacant tit.

Floyd could tell that Michelle just wanted to cum, so he gave her clit several rapid fire licks with his tongue before sucking the bud into his mouth. The flicks of his tongue had her hips humping the air and the sucking froze them in mid-air. Her head was thrashing about as she drove closer to the edge and she was powerless to slow the advancing orgasm this time even if she wanted to stop it.

Sensing that she was close, Floyd withdrew his fingers from her snatch and lapped at her slit. He cupped her ass with his hands as he drank her pussy juice like fine wine. He folded his tongue in half and drove it as far into her as far as he could and greedily slurped up Michelle's cream.

"Oh God," Michelle screamed, unable to hold back any longer. Her orgasm burst through and sent her whole body into convulsions.

By the time she had calmed down, Floyd was hovering over her with his cock poised at her opening ready to drive home. Nodding her head, she gripped the sheets as her pussy was split open. She loved the feeling of having a cock in her pussy right after coming. It happened so infrequently because guys just wanted her to go down on them or they were too inept at oral sex to get her off.

Floyd drove into her until he felt his pelvis smash against hers. Her pussy was tighter than even some of the women he'd fucked in high school. Part of it was the fact that she knew what muscles to clench and when to get the most exquisite feelings, but even the best at that kind of thing can't fake the almost vise like tightness that he was experiencing. He just hoped he'd be able to last longer than a couple strokes inside her.

Floyd held himself all the way in her for a few moments soaking up the feel of her pussy wrapped around his cock, but Michelle wanted more. Raising her hips, she gave him the signal to start fucking her. As his cock came crashing back into her pussy, Michelle moaned and raised her ass to meet the thrust.

"Oh fuck me," Michelle moaned, loving every inch she was getting.

Putting his hands flat on the bed just above her shoulders, Floyd powered into her and felt her shoulders bump his wrists as she was shoved up the bed. Every thrust he made into Michelle's tight cunt drew louder moans from the teen's lips, and every moan made him put that much extra on each thrust. It was a vicious circle that Floyd wasn't sure if he could take for much longer.

"I'm so close," Michelle groaned when Floyd pulled out of her.

Floyd didn't pay much attention to her grumbling. Instead he rolled her over her side and grabbed her top leg. Leaning over her, he let his chest press the leg back as far as her limber body would let it and let her grab his cock. When she had lined it up with her opening, he plunged back in to Michelle's delight.

The slight delay was enough to let him recover enough that he wasn't in danger of blowing his load any more. He was also pleasantly surprised enough to discover that Michelle hadn't recovered nearly as much. The new position helped him reach different areas inside her pussy and drove Michelle even closer to the edge.

"Oh fuck meeee," Michelle screeched, her orgasm within reach.

Instead, Floyd slowed down so Michelle stayed right on the edge of her climax, not getting any closer but not backing away from it either. It was very frustrating for Michelle, but she let him get away with it because she knew that it would just make the inevitable cum that much more powerful.

After a few minutes of the slow and gentle thrusting Floyd couldn't take it any longer. He could feel the cum boiling in his balls and knew that short of a miracle his own orgasm would arrive in a matter of seconds.

"Oh God," Michelle screamed, her second orgasm finally coming over her as Floyd slammed into her with everything he had.

Just as Floyd's climax was upon him, he heard the phone ring in the main part of the suite. He decided to let the answering machine get it because there was no way he was going to stop what he was doing just so he could answer the phone and have someone try to sell him a satellite dish or get him to change long distance carriers.

"Cum for me," Michelle cajoled him, feeling his cock throb deep inside her. Her own orgasm was starting to taper off, but she loved feeling a cock throb and shoot it's cum all over the inside of her pussy.

"Here it comes," Floyd said through gritted teeth. Just as he said it, he thrust into her one final time and his eyes rolled into the back of his head as jet after jet of cum ejected from his cock into Michelle's pussy.

"Yeah baby, give it to me," Michelle screamed, feeling Floyd's cum coating the inner walls of her pussy.

"Are you done in there?" Came the sound of Joe's voice on the other side of the door.

"Give us a couple minutes to get cleaned up," Floyd called out. "Smoke a joint or something while you wait."

"I can't, my stuff is in there man," Joe replied.

"Fine," Floyd said, reluctantly pulling out of Michelle. He crossed the room and found the hollowed out copy of 'Imajica' by Clive Barker that Joe kept his stash and rolling papers in. Opening the door just a crack, he slid it through and said "Now go watch SpongeBob or something."

"SpongeBob's on?" Joe said, snatching the book from Floyd.

"It's always on. Nickelodeon always seems to have him or Rugrats on, so it's all a game of chance," Floyd said. Suddenly remembering the phone call, Floyd asked Joe "Hey, who called a couple minutes ago?"

"You know I don't answer the phone, but I think it was Amber's voice that I heard on the machine," Joe answered, already busy rolling a joint.

"I guess I should call her back," Floyd said, feeling guilty that he'd been too busy fucking Michelle to talk to Amber. They hadn't officially started referring to each other as their boyfriend or girlfriend, but he knew that if Amber found out about what he had just been doing that it wouldn't exactly endear him to her.

"I'll be out with Joe," Michelle said, already with her bra and panties on and pulling her pants on.

+ * + * +

Amber was in the shower when her cell phone rang. She had come home and called Floyd the moment she walked the door. She had gotten the machine and left a brief message for him asking him to call her back as soon as possible. Then she'd headed for the shower figuring that the next ten to fifteen minutes would be pretty safe since he was probably in a class or out with some of his friends for a couple hours.

"Shit," she cursed herself, grabbing a towel from the rack on the wall. She wrapped the towel around her and raced out of the bathroom but she reached the phone just in time for it to stop ringing.

"Hey Amber, this is Floyd. I was just walking in the door when you called but couldn't get to the phone in time. Call me back later," was the message he left on her voice mail.

She thought about returning his call right then, but decided that she should finish her shower first instead of dripping water all over the carpet. The shampoo in her hair was dripping into her eyes as she walked back to the bathroom and forced her to utter a couple four letter words at the sting it caused.

After hopping in the shower to finish washing her hair, she dried herself off. Walking out of the bathroom, she grabbed her phone and called Floyd as she looked through her clothes.

"Hello?" Came Floyd's voice fighting to be heard over the loud sounds of Dexter's Laboratory in the background.

"Hey there," Amber said.

"Hey yourself. I called, but you didn't answer so I left a message on your voice mail," Floyd said.

"I know, I was in the shower when it rang. I grabbed the phone a split second after it kicked you to my voice mail," Amber explained. "So, are we doing anything tonight? I don't have to work until tomorrow afternoon, so I was hoping I'd get to see you tonight."

"Tell Amber hi," Michelle screamed through the haze of smoke that her and Joe were exhaling. The sentence was preceded and succeeded by giggles caused by watching Dexter's sister destroy his lab.

"Michelle says hi," Floyd repeated.

"I should have known that Michelle would be over there. Cute guys and weed, it's the perfect place for her," Amber chuckled. "Tell her that I'm going out tonight. I'm either going out with you or her. I'll let you decide which one I go out with."

"That depends on what you want to do," Floyd responded. "If you want to go to a women's rights conference then you'd better take Michelle. If you want to go listen to music, then I'll go."

"Now that you mention it, one of my favorite local bands is playing. Michelle won't go unless there's a rapper involved, and this band is strictly punk and blues," Amber replied.

"Sounds good. I'll tell her that she's stuck with Joe for the night," Floyd said, covering the phone so he could yell the message to Michelle over the cartoons.

"I guess I'll see you tonight around seven then," Amber said. Before she hung up, she added "Oh, and I'm naked except for a towel right now."

"Wait, you can't leave me like that," Floyd protested before she hung up on him.

"That'll give him something to think about for a couple hours," Amber said to herself as she started pulling clothes out for her night out with Floyd.

First thing she did was pull out a black Ramones t-shirt and a black, red, and white plaid pleated skirt that came down to mid thigh and always reminded her a bit of a cheerleader skirt. Next she grabbed a black bra and matching panties. Laying everything out on the bed, she grabbed her pair of black knee high boots. At the last minute she grabbed a pair of fishnet stockings and a garter belt. to complete an outfit that would make every guy in the place glance in her direction at least twice She didn't go out of her way to be overtly sexy very often, but it felt good to be stared at every now and then.

After she put the bra and panties on, she grabbed her bottle of black nail polish and painted her fingernails. She was going for a bit of the goth look mixed with punk chic tonight, and black nail polish was an essential ingredient to that look. Dark eye shadow and lipstick also were key components and she didn't skip them even though she didn't cake them on like some women do. She wanted to look semi-goth, not like Mimi from The Drew Carey Show.

When she was fully dressed it was only a few minutes before she needed to leave to pick up Floyd. Giving herself a quick look in the mirror, she pulled her hair back into pig tails that she draped over the front of either shoulder.

"There's no way he can turn me down tonight," Amber said, looking at herself approvingly in the mirror. Grabbing her purse, she stuffed her phone into it and headed for the door.

+ * + * +

"Holy shit," Floyd said, opening the door and seeing Amber dressed to kill.

"Damn girl, you watch Pretty Woman again?" Michelle asked, peering around Floyd to look at Amber.

"No, Floyd and I are going to see a band that you have no interest in. You should be glad that he volunteered or you'd be going instead," Amber said, smiling because she knew that Michelle thought she looked hot.

"You're not going to see that Shit Weasels band again are you?" Michelle asked, barely able to hide her disgust.

"They're called Brown Monkeys not Shit Weasels, and yes I am," Amber answered.

"Same thing," Michelle sighed, rolling her eyes. "How many times can you see the same band do the same boring songs?"

"Look who's talking. You go see that Hater guy every time he performs," Amber shot back.

"At least he can put on a show that doesn't make me want to shoot myself," Michelle remarked. "Besides, he's on the right side of the whole Ja Rule/50 Cent feud."

"You only like 50 Cent because you're in love with Eminem," Amber commented. Grabbing Floyd's hand, she said "Come on, lets go before Michelle starts reciting Eminem facts."

"Hey, Eminem won an Oscar. That's more than you can say about the band you're going to see," Michelle called after them before closing the door.

+ * + * +

"What a great show," Amber said as they left the club.

"I think Rich jammed with them a few months ago," Floyd dropped in.

"What? Rich played with them?" Amber asked, grabbing the front of Floyd's shirt in her excitement.

"I don't know for sure, but I think he did. I think I remember seeing the guitarist hanging around the dorm, and the drummer looked familiar. They're definitely the kind of music that Rich is into, so it's very possible," Floyd answered.

"Tell him he has to introduce me to them," Amber said, practically hanging off Floyd as she begged him.

"You're the hot celebrity yet you need Rich to get you to meet a band?" Floyd pointed out.

"I'm not a celebrity," Amber frowned. "I'm on TV and all that, but not enough people recognize me for me to consider myself a celebrity."

"Rich plays with a few local bands and writes for the school paper," Floyd interjected as they reached Amber's car. "That's hardly a celebrity either. If he can meet the bands, then you shouldn't have a problem getting backstage either."

"It's so much easier to let Rich introduce me," Amber countered as she slid behind the wheel.

"Are you dropping me off at the dorm?" Floyd asked when Amber pulled out of the parking lot.

"Actually, I was thinking we could go back to my house and watch a movie or something," Amber said, hoping the "or something" would involve Floyd making love to her.

"That's cool," Floyd said, not expecting sex but hoping for at least a little heavy petting during the movie.

+ * + * +

"What movie do you want to watch?" Floyd asked as they walked through the door into Amber's house.

"I don't care. Pick something out while I get us something to drink," Amber said as she made the turn into the kitchen.

Floyd flipped through her DVD collection looking for something to fit the mood he hoped to set. He finally settled on 'Pirates of the Caribbean' figuring it fit the mood nicely without seeming like he was going out of his way to create a romantic atmosphere. With a little romance, a little action, and a little Keira Knightley, it had everything you could ask for.

The movie was loaded and the opening sequence was playing when Amber came back in carrying a bottle of wine and a pair of glasses in one hand and a bag of popcorn in the other. The wine was left over from the last time Michelle had been over, and Amber figured it might help her overcome the nervousness she was starting to feel.

"Good choice," Amber said, seeing that Pirates was playing.

They sat and watched the movie, neither quite making the first move but both trying to send signals to the other that they wouldn't mind if a move was made. Finally towards the end, the wine steeled Floyd's nerves enough for him to lean over and kiss Amber while she was in the middle of chewing a handful of popcorn.

The timing was so bad that both of them burst into laughter. Amber rested her forehead on Floyd's shoulder as the silliness of the moment overcame her. Floyd looked a little bashful over his bad timing, but it was quickly rectified when Amber returned the kiss.

The small kiss that Amber gave Floyd soon gave way into longer kisses and before either of them knew they were making out instead of watching the movie. Hesitantly, Floyd ran his hand along Amber's side until his thumb was rubbing the bottom of her breast. When Amber didn't object, he moved it a little higher until he was cupping her breast.

Amber moaned lightly into Floyd's mouth and her nipple hardened to press against his palm through her shirt. The contact made her feel slightly dizzy and she pressed her chest into his hand wanting to feel even more of it.

Feeling Amber's response to his touch, Floyd let his other hand rest on her knee. Sliding his hand up her thigh, he loved the feel of the stockings under his fingers. As good as it felt, it didn't compare to the silky softness of her bare thigh when his hand delved under her skirt. His thumb brushed against her panty line and he extended it until the pad of it was pressed against her pussy through the thin material of her panties. He could feel a wet patch starting to form on the front of her panties and the heat radiating out from under them.

Moaning again, Amber's hands traced their way down Floyd's chest until they reached his waist. Knowing that there would be no turning back, she tugged his shirt free and started to pull it up. She broke the kiss long enough to pull the shirt over his head and then pressed her lips against his once again with unbridled hunger and desire.

Pulling away from her, Floyd reached down and grabbed the zipper on the back of one of her boots. Drawing on it, he pulled it all the way down and tugged the boot off her foot. Repeating the action with the other boot, he soon had his hands stroking her calves through the stockings. Trying to be slick, he reached under her skirt and tried to undo the clasps on the garters. Problem with that was that he had never tried to unhook a garter belt before and his hands fumbled around.

Pushing his hand away, Amber slid off the couch. Reaching under her skirt, she unhooked the garters. She was still too shy to really show much of anything even though he'd be seeing everything soon enough.

As she started to push one of the stockings down her leg, Floyd stopped her. Kissing his way up her thigh, he caught the top of the stocking in his teeth and pulled it down using his hands to help push it down as he went. Stopping at her knees, he stopped to kiss the back of her knee drawing a surprised moan from Amber's lips. Once the stocking was down to her ankle, he lifted her foot off the ground and slid it the rest of the way off.

He repeated the process with the other stocking and Amber couldn't help but go weak in the knees when he licked the back of her other knee as well. It'd always been a sensitive spot on her, but she'd never told anyone about it. It just further confirmed her thoughts that he was the one. He knew what buttons to push without being told and that fact filled with a warmth she hadn't known existed.

Now that the stockings were off and discarded, Floyd reached around to the back and found the zipper to the skirt. He could see the look of apprehension in her eyes as he pulled it down, but it was mixed with a look of eagerness to create an expression that he'd never seen on a woman's face before. A least not one that was directed at him anyway.

Amber's stomach was filled with butterflies as her skirt hung loose around her waist. They only increased in frequency as Floyd drew the skirt down her legs and she was left standing in front of him in just her panties and shirt. The craving written on his face as he took in the sight of her panties made her stomach jump and she nervously held her hands to her stomach. Knowing that she had made her decision, and she certainly wasn't regretting it, she took the next step and pulled her shirt off over her head to reveal the black bra to his prying eyes.

Floyd gasped audibly when the sight of her in bra and panties came fully into view. Her tan skin contrasted nicely with the black undergarments and the silver bar through her belly button made a potent cocktail for his already overloaded brain. He had to remind himself to breathe so he wouldn't pass out before he got to sample the treats being offered him.

Reaching behind her back, she quickly unhooked her bra and the cups fell from her breasts. Letting the straps glide down her arms, she dropped the bra into the growing piles of clothes in front of the couch. She had to fight the instinct to cover her naked breasts with her hands, but she succeeded only because she wanted Floyd's hands covering them.

Pulling Amber to him, Floyd immediately covered one of her breasts with his mouth. He sucked the nipple into his mouth as his hands traveled up her legs until they reached her waist. Hooking his fingers in the waistband of her panties, he tugged them and her garter belt down. Removing his mouth from her breast, he kissed his way down her stomach as his hands pulled her panties down to her ankles.

Amber groaned at the absence of his mouth on her breast, but she moaned when she felt his hot breath blowing across her pussy. Glancing down, she was just time to see Floyd's hands work their way up the inside of her thigh. She jumped when his thumb brushed the lips of her pussy. His touch set off fireworks in her brain and a rush of emotions threatened to overwhelm her.

Running his fingers over her pussy, Floyd gazed at the thin strip of dark brown pubic hair that topped her mons. His pants were getting increasingly tight and constrictive against his growing member, but he wanted to make sure Amber felt nothing but bliss for her first true sexual encounter. His own needs could wait a few more minutes while he made the moment as pleasurable as possible for her.

As Floyd slid off the couch, he grabbed Amber by the waist and maneuvered her around so he could push her down on it. When she was seated, he pulled her forward until her ass was at the edge. Kneeling in front of her, he let his hands go back to playing with her virginal cunt. He let his finger dabble in the juices running out of her pussy until it was wet enough that he could slip it inside.

"Ooh," Amber moaned, feeling his finger work it's way into her tight pussy. She closed
her eyes and let the sensations wash over her. Her hips instinctively hunched up at the finger, trying to get more of it inside her.

Seeing her body react, Floyd used his other hand to spread her pussy lips until her enflamed clit came into view. Pulling his finger out of her, he let the slick digit rub her hard nub drawing a deeper moan from Amber's lips. Leaning his head down, he licked from the bottom of her pussy to the top finishing with a light flick on her clit.

"Oh, ooh," Amber mewled. She was torn between grabbing his head and pushing it harder against her pussy and grabbing her tits. She finally decided to grab her tits and started tweaking her erect nipples between her fingers. The added sensations made what he was doing to her pussy even more enjoyable if that was even possible.

Sucking her clit into his mouth, Floyd slipped a finger back inside her and worked it in until he felt his fingertip pressing against her hymen. He added a second finger and marveled at the way her cunt gripped his fingers in a death grip. Sliding the fingers in and out, he pushed against her cherry on each in stroke in an effort to loosen it up so it would break easier and make it less painful for her.

"Oh God," Amber groaned, feeling her orgasm fast approaching. She had lost control of her body, but she didn't care. All that mattered was the orgasm that was about to tear through her virgin cunt.

Gently nibbling on her clit, Floyd could tell that Amber was about to cum by the way her pussy rhythmically clenched onto his fingers. With one final swipe of his tongue over her clit, he felt her cunt clamp down on his fingers and a torrent of girl cum rushed out of her pussy to bathe his fingers.

"OOH, OOOOOHHH," Amber wailed, her ass practically grinding a hole in the couch as she came.

Floyd kept sliding his fingers in and out of her until she settled down a bit. Finally pulling them out of her, he leaned back on his heels and watched her still shuddering body. When she opened her eyes back up, he looked at the way she seemed to be drained of energy but her eyes had a spark in them that told him otherwise.

Grabbing her hand, he pulled her up from the couch. She leaned in and kissed him and he returned the kiss with just as much hunger as she was showing. Finally, she led him by the hand into her bedroom.

They were a mass of groping hands and dueling tongues as they fell onto the bed. Floyd was using his hands to memorize every curve on Amber's body while Amber was using hers to frantically unbutton his pants. Successfully doing so, she pushed them down over his butt as they rolled around on the bedspread.

Kicking his shoes off, Floyd helped her push his pants down. Amber slid off the bed and pulled them off over his feet and discarded them on the floor. She grabbed his boxers and pulled them down with a speed that surprised even herself. Throwing the boxers over her shoulder, she felt the nerves return as she looked directly at Floyd's cock before her eyes. She had only given a couple blow jobs in her life and she didn't want to screw it up.

Tentatively, she reached out and caressed with her hands. Wrapping her hand around it, it was too big for her fingers to touch. She suddenly wondered if it'd be able to fit inside her. That was nonsense, she chided herself but it still made her nervous thinking that maybe it was too big for her.

Floyd groaned as she slowly worked her hand up and down the shaft. He'd fucked Michelle earlier so he wasn't worried about blowing his load too soon, but it was still exhilarating to know that how close he was to popping Amber's cherry. He felt a pang of guilt at the thought of what had happened with Michelle, but it was soon pushed out his mind when he felt Amber give his cock an experimental lick.

Recalling the pointers that Michelle had given her over the last year or so that she hadn't really wanted to hear at the time, Amber was now very glad for them. She licked the underside of Floyd's cock from the base all the way up the head. Reaching the head, she swiped her tongue around the crown and beamed proudly at the groan it elicited from Floyd.

Floyd propped himself up on his elbows so he could watch Amber's sweet face as she licked his cock. He wanted her to take it into her mouth so badly, but the building anticipation was hot enough that he didn't push her. When she finally did take it into her mouth, he moaned and his eyes rolled into the back of his head from the heat inside her mouth.

She gripped the base of his cock and pushed her mouth further down the shaft. Her tongue swirled around the head as she worked her head up and down the couple inches in her mouth. Remembering Michelle's advice about not forgetting about his nuts, Amber used her free hand to massage his scrotum.

Floyd jumped when her grip on his cock tightened. He gently reminded her that you don't have to strangle it with a death grip. When she relaxed the grip, he nodded his head approvingly and groaned as she started to jerk him off while she sucked mightily on the crown. He didn't know how much more he could take, but he wasn't going to stop her until she was ready to stop.

Amber was getting more and more into the act. She was actively jerking his cock with one hand and stroking his nutsack with the other. Her mouth was busy sliding up and down the first few inches of his cock and even though her jaw was starting to get sore she was thoroughly enjoying it.

"I'm gonna cum," Floyd warned her.

She was just about to pull off when his cock suddenly pulsed in her mouth. The throbbing excited her so much that she forgot about pulling off and kept on sucking. When his cock exploded in her mouth, it shocked her but the cum squirting into her mouth didn't taste bad so she swallowed the first bit. It just kept on coming so she kept swallowing out of pure instinct.

When his cock had stopped twitching, Floyd opened his eyes and saw Amber looking at him with those big brown eyes of hers. He had been shocked that she hadn't pulled off and he was shocked even more that she seemed to have swallowed his load. The only evidence that he had even cum at all was a little dribble on the corner of her mouth that her tongue quickly darted out to lick up.

"Shit," Floyd cursed as Amber climbed onto the bed next to him. "I didn't bring a condom."

"I bought some the other day," Amber confessed, opening the drawer on the table next to the bed. Reaching inside, she pulled out a box of rubbers. She hadn't been quite sure what to get so she bought a package of lubricated ones that said they were ribbed for her pleasure.

Taking the box from her, Floyd opened it up and extracted the chain of packages that it contained. Tearing one off, he tossed the rest on top of the table and ripped the package in his hand open. He watched Amber roll onto her back as he unrolled the sheath down his cock.

"You sure about this?" He asked her, positioning himself on top of her with his condom covered dick at the opening of her pussy.

"Fuck me," she demanded. She'd come this far, she wasn't about to stop before she went all the way.

Floyd leaned down and kissed her as he pressed his cock into her. The grip that her pussy put on the head of his cock when it passed her entrance was unbelievable. Even through the latex condom he could feel the heat of her cunt as he worked more and more of his cock into her.

Amber moaned as his dick invaded her almost devirginized pussy. When the head butted up against her hymen, the butterflies returned. She could feel him pressing trying to break through but it wasn't busting quite yet. When he started to pull out, she wrapped her legs around his waist and pulled him back in.

Driving back in, Floyd powered through her cherry and slammed the rest of his cock into her in one stroke. She groaned in pain but he quickly pulled back out and drove back in before she could really sense much discomfort. He kissed her as he slowly started stroking the full length of his cock into her steaming pussy.

"Oh yeah," Amber moaned, the pain of having her cherry popped gone completely. It was replaced by the wonderful feeling of being stretched and Floyd's cock rubbed against her clit with every stroke he made.

By her moans, Floyd could tell that she was enjoying her first fuck. He still felt guilty about fucking her best friend earlier, but he was also glad he had or he wouldn't have lasted more than a few seconds with her vise like cunt wrapped so tightly around him. Looking down on her as pushed his cock into her, he saw that her eyes were shut tightly while she mauled her tits with her hands. Each inward thrust was accompanied by a moan of pleasure from Amber. Even despite the fact that he'd come twice already in the last several hours, he knew he wasn't going to be able to hold out much longer with the beautiful sight underneath him.

Amber pinched her nipples but her mind was almost completely gone. All she was aware of was the stimulation her cunt was receiving. Nothing else mattered and it was quite the liberating feeling. She had closed her eyes specifically so she could focus all her concentration on the tingling sparks shooting through her body coming straight from her quickly overheating pussy.

"I'm cumming," she moaned loudly. Her eyes shot wide open as her first orgasm from a man's cock pulsed through her. She arched her back and pressed her cunt as far onto Floyd's cock as she could.

The sight of Amber cumming underneath him was too much for Floyd. He grabbed her ass and held her to him as he came into the condom. He had to grit his teeth to keep from yelling loud enough to wake the dead. Even so, he still loud out a strangled cry before falling onto the bed next to Amber.

Somehow his cock had managed to stay inside her and Amber was reluctant to pull away. She knew she was hooked on sex and wanted to feel him inside her for as long as possible. When it finally shrank and slipped out of her, she groaned her disappointment but moved up the bed to get under the covers. She was asleep almost immediately, but she managed to hold off the sandman until Floyd had disposed of the used condom and slipped into bed next to her. Her body was pressed to his as sleep finally overcame her.

+ * + * +

Amber stirred from her slumber and smiled as she felt Floyd pressed against her back with his arm draped over her. Feeling his cock nestling in the crack of her ass brought back the night before and she sighed contentedly. She'd finally had sex and it was even better than she'd imagined. She even toyed with the thought of waking him up to see if he wanted to try it again. Instead, she decided that the position she was in was just too comfortable for her to ruin it by moving.

She dozed back off for a little bit and came back awake with the feel of Floyd's hand rubbing her naked breast. Moaning, she pressed her ass back against and puffed out her chest to push it harder against his palm.

"Want to do it again?" She asked him.

"Just so you know, you don't have to ask that question," Floyd replied, moving his hand down her stomach.

When his hand reached her pussy, she moaned again and reached for the condoms still laying on top of the bedside table. When she grabbed them she happened to look at the clock and grimaced when she saw that she had to be on set in a couple hours. It was going to take almost that long to get ready, but she didn't want to leave the bed just yet.

"It's going to have to be quick okay?" She said, handing Floyd a condom.

"If you have to go, we don't have to do it," Floyd insisted, sliding a finger into her moist pussy.

"Oh fuck me," Amber groaned, grinding her butt back against Floyd.

Kissing her neck, he pulled his finger out of her pussy. Tearing open the package, he pulled the condom out. When it was on, he pushed the sheets down so he could see her body. Lifting Amber's leg with one hand, he positioned his cock at her opening with the other. He ran the head along her folds for a moment but she pushed back at him and caused the head of his cock to slip inside. He didn't have to worry about breaking her hymen this time so he drove in all the way and held himself inside her.

"Ooh," Amber cooed at the penetration. She'd been too nervous the night before to really appreciate the initial penetration but now she was able to concentrate on every bump and ridge as he entered her.

Floyd was enjoying the morning quickie more as well. He'd enjoyed breaking her in, but it was nice not having to worry any pain she might feel from having her cherry popped and just fuck her instead. This way he could just relax and relish the feel of her cunt gripping him without any worries.

He started slowly. Just giving her a few soft strokes to give her some time to readjust to having his cock inside her if she needed it. As she started to loosen up a bit, he upped the ante and fucked her with more authority. Soon he was driving into with reckless abandon and he watched as her ass jiggled every time his pelvis slammed against it.

"Oh yeah," Amber purred, losing herself in the sensations once more.

Grabbing hold of her waist, Floyd held her to him as he rolled onto his back with her on top. It was a new position for her but she seemed to catch the drift quickly as she straightened up and gave small bounces on top of him. She loved the sense of control she felt as she rode him. She could control how fast and hard she bounced or whether she even bounced at all and just let his cock lie still inside her.

Watching her bounce on top of him, Floyd couldn't help himself as he reached out and grabbed her ass. With a cheek in each hand, he used the leverage to help her make larger bounces. He could hear her moans start to reach that fever pitch that generally means a woman's getting close to cumming. Letting go of her ass, he snaked his arms around her and pulled her back until she was laying flat on top of him.

Grabbing her hands, he put them on her breasts so she could fondle and pinch her nipples while he fucked her. Sliding his hands down her stomach, he used one hand to steady her and the other to rub her clit. Lifting his hips, he drove up into her cunt as hard as could. She was close to cumming and he wanted to be right there with her when she came. It wasn't long before he felt the cum boiling in his balls. Now he just needed to hold off long enough for her get there.

"Cum, I'm, uh, cumming," Amber gasped as she thrashed her head about on top of him.

That was his signal and with one final thrust into her, he let go just as her cunt clamped down on his cock. It was perfect timing and their mutual orgasms spurred each other to even greater heights.

By the time they had come down Amber was feeling refreshed. Instead of being out of energy like the night before, she felt like she could run a marathon. She knew she couldn't, but that didn't mean that couldn't feel like she could.

Remembering that she had to be on set soon finally caused her to reluctantly pull herself off Floyd. She didn't want to go, but if she didn't start getting ready now then she'd never make it in to work and that wouldn't help her career much. Even though she wanted to stay with Floyd to cuddle and make love all day, she knew that she couldn't.

+ * + * +

"See you tonight?" Amber asked when she dropped Floyd off.

"Just try to stop me," he commented, leaning over to kiss her. When the kiss broke, he opened the car door and got out.

As he watched her drive off and tried to hide the silly smile that he knew was plastered to his face. He was sure he probably looked like an idiot to anybody that saw him, but that stupid smile is the side effect of getting laid. He'd rather have the grin than take a vow of chastity so he was stuck with it.

Walking into the suite, Floyd saw Michelle and Joe sitting on the couch watching some old episodes of the Clerks animated series that Joe had on tape. Judging by the giggling and the cloud of smoke it wasn't hard to guess what they'd been doing just before he walked in.

"Where were you last night man?" Joe asked, looking up from the TV just long enough to notice Floyd.

"I was out," Floyd answered, closing the door to his room to shut out the sound of the TV as best he could. He was tired and just wanted to crash in bed to get some sleep. Amber may have been cheerful but the quickie had taken a big chunk of the energy he'd built up during the night.

+ * + * +

"You did not," Michelle said. She was sitting with Amber in a Starbucks drinking coffee after Amber had finished up on set for the day.

"I did," Amber said, blushing.

"My little Amber finally got laid," Michelle mused. "That must be why Floyd was so tired this morning. It also explains that cheesy grin he had when he walked in."

"You saw him this morning?" Amber asked.

"I was hanging out with Joe when he got there," Michelle explained. "Now, back to Floyd. Was it good? How many times did you do it?"

"It was great," Amber beamed. "We did it once last night and then again this morning before I had to go to work."

"You little slut," Michelle teased. "I want details. Like, what'd he do? What positions?"

"Well, last night it was just regular sex with me on my back and him on top of me," Amber said, not quite sure why she was telling Michelle everything. "This morning I was on my side with him behind me and then he pulled me on top of him."

"The cowgirl, one of my favorites. Facing him or away?" Michelle asked, wanting to get every detail she could.

"Away," Amber answered, blushing again. "Then just as I was about to cum he pulled me down so I was flat on top of him."

"I love that position," Michelle grinned. "So, are you going to do him again tonight?"

"I don't know, probably," Amber answered even though she knew damn well that she wanted to jump Floyd's bones again the moment she saw him.

"I told you to blow him and you fuck him instead. Maybe I am rubbing off on you," Michelle observed.

+ * + * +

Floyd was on cloud 9 all week. Pretty much any free time that Amber had she spent fucking him silly. On top of that Michelle was hanging around a lot and he was getting the feeling that it wasn't all for Joe and his seemingly endless supply of weed.

Maybe it was the way she was always looking at him that made him think that. Maybe it was the fact that she was dropping by even when she knew Joe wouldn't be there. Or maybe, just maybe, it was the fact that she kept slapping his ass and telling him that she wanted to take another ride on the "F Train." He was actually starting to wonder whether the "F" stood for "Floyd" or "Fuck." Either way, it obviously meant that she wanted to fuck him again.

Another reason for the jolly mood was that he had aced a couple tests. He wasn't sure if it was a coincidence that he was doing well while he was getting steady pussy or if the sex was actually helping him by relaxing him enough for everything to soak in without forcing it. The idea of sex helping his studying appealed to him far more because it gave him the ability to use the "I have a test tomorrow so I need to have sex before I study" excuse on Amber. Amber didn't seem to need an excuse to frolic, but you never know when the excuse might come in handy.

+ * + * +

"You know Kelly Clarkson?" Amber asked Floyd skeptically. They were talking about famous people in Floyd's room and he had said that he knew Kelly.

"Yeah, I practically grew up with her," Floyd responded.

"I thought you said you were from Arizona," Amber pointed out. "Kelly Clarkson's from Texas if I remember right."

"I am and she is. My grandparents lived right down the street from her. I spent summers with my grandparents as a kid so we played together all the time," Floyd explained. "I even went camping with her family a couple times."

"I still don't believe you, but you do know how to tell a story," Amber said, shaking her head.

"Hey Joe, tell her that I know Kelly Clarkson," Floyd called out through the open door to Joe, who was microwaving a burrito.

"Is he telling that story about camping with Kelly again?" Joe asked. "He thinks it makes him cool because he knows an American Idol, but no one around here cares anything about her except for her tits."

"See, Joe knows," Floyd said.

"All that proves is that you've told the same lie before," Amber said, still not believing him. "Besides, we were talking about famous people that actually matter."

"Just because she isn't Sid Vicious doesn't mean that doesn't matter," Floyd protested. "I'm actually quite happy that she made it."

"So if I got you tickets to her concert tomorrow and got you backstage, she'd remember you?" Amber asked, trying to get him to give it up and admit that he was making it up.

"It's been a while since I've seen her so I don't know if she'd recognize me right off the bat, but I'm sure she'd remember me after a few minutes," Floyd answered.

"Just remind her of the camping trips you took," Amber snorted.

"Want me to prove that I know her? I'll call my grandparents and see if they can get her number. They might be able to track it down since they still exchange Christmas cards with her parents every year," Floyd offered.

"If you get her phone number, then I might believe you. There's no guarantee that it's actually her, but it'd make me more likely to believe you," Amber shrugged.

"I'm tempted to shut that door and fuck you hard for not believing me," Floyd whispered in her ear.

"I'd love that, but I have to go to work," Amber said, giving him a quick kiss before grabbing her purse. "Call me tonight?"

"I think a bunch of us were going to go to a bar if you want to join us," Floyd suggested. "I know the owner so he looks the other way if we get drunk."

"I'll see if I can make it," Amber said.

"It's called The Harem," Floyd called after her as she left the room. "Just ask for me at the door."

+ * + * +

"I love this place," Joe yelled as he watched a gorgeous brunette shaking her ass on the dance floor to the beat of an Outkast song.

Floyd, Joe, Bruce, Rich, Kate, Tyson, and Michelle were packed into a private room of the night club that Floyd's uncle owned. The door to the room was open so they could see the action and Chris and Keith were out on the dance floor dancing with women that had seen them go into the private room and instantly figured they had money. The thing they didn't know was that Floyd's uncle had put them in the private room known as "The Sorority" to keep the minors in the group a little more secluded.

"Come on Floyd, lets dance," Michelle said, grabbing Floyd's hand and dragging him out of the room the moment she heard a song by Eminem start up.

Floyd was reluctant to let his beer sit unattended knowing that Joe would likely drink it the moment his own was gone, but Michelle was not to be denied. Giving up, he let her lead him out onto the dance floor. He watched her ass sway under the short skirt she was wearing the whole way out.

Once out there, Michelle proceeded to take every opportunity she got to grind a part of her body against his crotch. It had the effect she was hoping for as each grind produced a larger lump pressing against her. She wanted to take him right there on the dance floor but sometimes discretion was best and this was one of those times.

"You will fuck me tonight," Michelle promised him when the song was over. She gave his cock a gentle squeeze for emphasis before turning and leaving the dance floor.

Floyd knew that she was probably right. If Amber didn't show up soon then Michelle would probably be fucking him in some dark corner by the end of the night. His crotch was telling him to do it while his brain was telling him that Amber wouldn't approve. So far his brain was winning but any more dancing with Michelle like that and even his brain would be telling him to fuck the little slut in the ass like she so desperately needed.

When he was back in the room, he breathed a sigh of relief when he saw Amber sitting next to Kate with some kind of yellow drink in front of her. She was giving Michelle a big hug and flashed a big smile at Floyd when she saw him walk in. Floyd sat down next to her and saw that Joe had stolen his beer as he had figured. He also noticed that Joe had disappeared which was why Amber was sitting in his chair.

"You must be popular around here because I just asked for you at the door and they pointed me in this direction. They asked for my drivers license, but they didn't bother the moment I said your name," Amber said. She wondered how often he came here if he was that well known.

"I told you I know the owner, so he makes sure none of his bouncers throw me or the people I'm with out. I also told them to let a hot chick with brown hair in if she asked for me when we got here," Floyd explained.

"You even got a VIP room for us. I'm impressed," Amber said, looking around at the private room.

"The next room over is the best one. That's the 'Hollywood After Dark' room and it's the one that the movies stars get when they come in here. The one on the other side of us is named 'Paris Winter' and it's where the foreigners seem to end up," Floyd explained.

The night passed pretty quickly. Kate was designated driver so she drank water all night, but everyone else put the drinks away like prohibition had just been lifted. Joe and Chris had both popped in to grab their coats and say that they'd found women to take them home. Keith didn't bring a coat and no one had seen him pretty much since he'd walked into the club. Amber had also stopped after her first drink since she had to drive her own car.

"I got tickets to Kelly Clarkson's concert tomorrow, so you better be prepared to admit you don't know her," Amber whispered into Floyd's ear as they walked out of the club.

"I do so know her," Floyd protested.

"Then you're going to have to prove it, because I'm giving up a few hours of my life for it and it sure isn't to listen to her music," Amber said, poking him in the chest.

"I guess I should also mention that she's something of an ex-girlfriend," Floyd said.

"Oh really?" Amber asked, amused. The story just kept getting bigger even though he knew he didn't have to try to impress her. After all, she was already sleeping with him.

"It was the last summer that I spent at my grandparents and it was just a little fling. Nothing serious and it ended when I had to go back home, but she might still have feelings for me," Floyd clarified.

"Hey Floyd, is Amber taking you home? If not then you better get your ass over here," Joe called.

"I have to work early so you should go with them," Amber said, kissing him. "I'll see you tomorrow for the concert though."

"What do I get if I prove that I know Kelly?" Floyd asked.

"I'll let you do whatever you want to me tomorrow night," Amber winked at him.

"It's a deal then," Floyd agreed, hoping that 'whatever you want' meant 'anything' instead of 'anything but anal sex.'

"If you don't know her then you have to give me a foot massage though," Amber added.

"I'd give you one anyway, but I won't need to since I really do know her," Floyd replied, kissing her quickly before heading for the car.

+ * + * +

Kate didn't feel like driving Michelle home, so Michelle volunteered to sleep in Joe's bed since he wouldn't be using it. Michelle didn't mind crashing at the dorm, and especially in Floyd's room, since it gave her access to Floyd himself. She was determined to make sure her prophecy of Floyd fucking her by the end of the night came true.

"I'm not cheating on Amber," Floyd declared as he stripped down to his boxers.

"It's only cheating if you get caught," Michelle said, turning around and bending over at the waist when she slipped her skirt down so Floyd could look at her ass while she did it. She could feel his gaze glued to her blue thong and she knew that she had him right where she wanted him.

Floyd could feel his will crumbling, and the alcohol certainly wasn't helping his resolve. When she turned back around and lifted her shirt over her head to reveal a matching blue push up bra, he knew that she was going to win if she pushed any harder. To avoid it, he climbed into bed and pulled the covers up.

What he didn't expect was for her to slide in next to him a few moments later. He felt her bare breasts pressed against his back as she cuddled up to him. When she reached over to stroke his cock, he gave up and rolled over to face her.

"Come on and fuck me," Michelle grunted as Floyd ran his fingers over her pussy.

She didn't even wait for an answer. She just tossed the covers off, pushed him onto his back, and threw her leg over him. Lifting herself up, she grabbed his cock and lined it up with her horny hole. Her pussy had been wet since she'd gotten on the dance floor with him earlier and the flow of her juices had only increased since she'd walked into his room. With one quick lunge, she dropped herself fully down onto his cock.

"Yeah," Michelle moaned at the penetration. With her hands on Floyd's chest, she looked down and watched his eyes roll into the back of his head.

Floyd could feel the muscles in her pussy milking his cock as sat on it. After several moments, she finally lifted herself up. He groaned when she slammed herself back down on him. He wasn't doing anything but lay there, but she didn't seem to mind as she set about fucking herself with his cock.

"Fuck me," she grunted, getting more and more into it. She was sliding up and down his pole faster and wanted him to do something.

Grabbing her ass, Floyd finally got into the act. With every downward thrust Michelle made, he pulled her down harder and met her with upward thrust of his own. He could tell she liked it by the way she bit her lip and the guttural growls that escaped her with every plunge she made.

Pulling her ass cheeks apart, he let a finger slither it's way into the valley between them. Finding the little pucker of her anus, he circled it with the finger drawing a sharp gasp from Michelle's lips. Moving the finger down to her pussy, he collected some of her juices off his cock and moved it back to her asshole. Slathering the juices around her rosebud, he got it nice and wet before pressing against it.

"Ooh," Michelle moaned as the finger popped into her asshole to the first knuckle.

Floyd marveled at the way she bucked on top of him, pressing back against the finger in her ass when she raised herself back up. She obviously enjoyed having something in her ass and he wondered if she'd be willing to let him stuff something bigger than his finger in there.

"So fucking good," Michelle screamed, her orgasm almost upon her.

The double penetration was quickly working her into a frenzy. When Floyd started sliding his finger in and out of her ass in rhythm with the strokes she was making on his cock, it pushed her over the edge.

"Oh God," Michelle screeched, shuddering through her climax on top of Floyd.

Being drunk, Floyd had no problem enduring her orgasm without blowing his load. When she slumped down his chest, he pulled his finger out of her ass and started to push his cock up into her. After several thrusts, she started to revive and push back at him.

Rolling her over onto her back, he pulled out of her pussy. When she looked up at him questioningly, he pressed her legs to her chest. Getting the hint, Michelle wrapped her arms around the backs of her knees and hugged them to her chest. It her arched her back and lifted her ass up off the bed. Pressing his cock against her asshole, he didn't hear any complaints so he pushed in. Michelle whinnied slightly when the head slipped past the muscle of her sphincter, but he could tell that she wasn't an anal virgin by the way she quickly adapted to his invading cock.

"You want to fuck my ass?" Michelle asked as he pushed more into her tight little ass.

"You like it and you know it," Floyd accused her in response.

There was enough pussy juice all over his cock and around her asshole to provide lubrication that he had no trouble get it in. When he had it all the way in, he couldn't believe the strangling tightness that was enveloping his cock. It felt like her anus would cut off his dick if she decided to squeeze it any harder. He wondered how tight Amber's ass would be if he fucked it. Thinking of Amber while he was balls deep in Michelle's butt made him feel guilty, but he was too drunk and horny to care about something as trivial as guilt.

"Fuck my ass," Michelle demanded, shoving her ass up at him.

What the lady wants, the lady gets, Floyd thought to himself as he pulled himself out. Driving back in, he gritted his teeth and grabbed Michelle's legs so she could use her hands for other things. He watched his cock pound in and out of her ass while she played with herself.

Her moans signaled her enjoyment as she rubbed her clit. She was pushing her ass up to meet his thrusts as best she could in her position, but most of her energy was focused on her cunt. Sliding two fingers into her pussy, she worked them around. With her free hand, she reached between them and let her fingertips glide along Floyd's cock as it pistoned in and out of her asshole.

The grip her anus had on his cock had Floyd rapidly building toward his orgasm despite his drunkenness. He would've tried to hold out, but he really didn't care if Michelle got off again or not. After all, she'd already had one so he wasn't overly worried about giving her another one.

Feeling her climax on the horizon, Michelle took her hand off Floyd's cock and moved it to her clit. With deft hand eye coordination, she worked the fingers in her cunt in and out while rubbing her clit with the fingers of her other hand. Just as she reaching the edge, she felt Floyd's cock swell and throb in her ass. That was enough to push her over the edge.

"I'm cumming," she shouted, feeling Floyd's cum erupt inside her bowels as her own orgasm passed through her.

Pulling his deflating cock out of Michelle's ass, Floyd collapsed on the bed next to her. The room was spinning in his drunk, post-orgasmic mind. Closing his eyes, he was barely aware of Michelle pulling the covers back over them as his mind gave in to the alcohol and faded to black.

+ * + * +

"You're sure you know her?" Amber asked as they stood in line at the will call window to get their tickets to the Kelly Clarkson concert.

"Yes I know her," Floyd responded, rolling his eyes at the question.

"You better hope she remembers you then because my feet could use a good massage," she said as she stepped up to the window.

She gave the lady on the other side of the window her name and took the envelope that was handed to her. Opening it up, she saw two tickets and the backstage passes that she'd managed to get. She'd had to call in a favor from her agent, but they had to get backstage before Floyd could prove whether or not he actually knew Kelly so she considered it worth it.

They watched the concert and even though she didn't like the music Amber conceded that there was something about the singer that made the show entertaining. They were in the front row and could see every drop of sweat on Kelly's face as she worked through the show. Amber didn't want to acknowledge that she might be attracted to her but she still couldn't take her eyes off the way Kelly's tits strained against the top she wore.

By the time they were headed backstage, Amber was horny and couldn't wait to take Floyd home and let him ravage her. She thought it was odd that she got so horny while watching a woman perform, but she chalked it up to the fact that she was there with her boyfriend and was looking forward to the fireworks that would take place after they got home. It still take into consideration the fact that for some reason her pussy had gotten a little wetter every time Kelly had shaken her ass at the audience.

"Just a minute," Kelly called out through the closed door when Floyd knocked on it,

"So, just how serious was this little fling you had with her?" Amber asked Floyd while they waited for Kelly.

"We were only like fourteen so the dates were little more than just bowling and movies. I spent a lot of time at her house, but she was the first girl I kissed," Floyd explained.

"How cute. I just hope she doesn't try to steal you back," Amber teased.

"Yeah?" Kelly asked, opening the door part way and sticking her head through the crack.

"Sorry to disturb you, but my boyfriend claims he knows you," Amber replied, pointing at Floyd.

Kelly tilted her head and looked at Floyd questioningly. "He looks familiar, but lots of people do."

Taking his glasses off, Floyd asked "How about now Kellbell?"

"How'd you know my nickname?" Kelly asked. Then it hit her and her face lit up. "Oh my God, Floyd?"

"Told you," Floyd said, poking Amber in the side with his elbow.

"Floyd Dawson, look at you," Kelly exclaimed, pulling the door open to reveal her in a bathrobe. She gave him a big hug before pulling back to look at her old friend. "I haven't seen you in ages. It's been, what 6-7 years?"

"Damn, now I have to pay up," Amber muttered to herself, more chagrined by the idea that she lost than by having to make good on the bet.

"This is your girlfriend now?" Kelly asked Floyd. "You've done well."

"I hear that you two had a little thing way back when," Amber mentioned.

"Floyd here was my first real crush," Kelly responded. "I had the biggest crush on him, then he went and left me. It broke my heart when he had to go home. I was really looking forward to him coming back the next summer but he never came back."

"What was he like back then?" Amber asked, knowing that it would embarrass Floyd but too curious to let question go unasked.

"Oh shit,' Floyd groaned. The last thing he wanted was his first girlfriend and his current one to compare notes about him. It couldn't be helped it seemed as Kelly grabbed Amber's hand and dragged her into the dressing room.

Kelly sat on one side of the couch and Amber sat on the other while they chatted about Floyd. Floyd rolled his eyes as Kelly told Amber about the time he had mooned her mom when he was twelve. Luckily she didn't know it was him or he never would've been allowed anywhere near their house let alone her daughter.

"I'd tell you about the time Floyd crashed my mom's car, but I really need a shower," Kelly said, getting up.

"We'll go then," Floyd said, wanting to get Amber out of there before Kelly could tell any more stories about his stupid behavior as a kid.

"If you think you're walking out of here without giving me your phone number, you're crazy," Kelly said. "I don't want it to be another seven years before I see one of my best childhood friends."

Spotting a pad of paper on the table, Floyd scribbled the phone number and address for his dorm on the top sheet. Tearing it off, he handed it to her and said "We'll have to get together again one of these days to talk about the old days."

"You can count on that. Remember that time your grandpa caught us kissing? I thought he was going to kill you," Kelly said, her hand touching his while she took the sheet of paper from him.

"I have to hear this one," Amber said, but Floyd waved at Kelly and pulled her out of the dressing room by the arm.

"I'll call you later," Kelly called after them before shutting the door so she could take her shower.

"Well, I guess you proved that you know her. Now I have to take you home and let you have your way with me," Amber said as they searched for an exit.

+ * + * +

"So, what are you going to do to me?" Amber asked innocently as she seductively played with the belt on her jeans.

They were in Amber's bedroom and she fully prepared to make good on the bet that they'd made. There were a couple things that he'd already asked her to do, like fuck her in the ass, that she'd resisted, but she wasn't sure if he'd ask for them now or not. If he did, then she couldn't go back on the bet even if she wasn't really comfortable with it.

"First I'm going to get you naked," Floyd replied, grabbing her belt and pulling her to him. As his fingers fumbled with the belt, he leaned his head down to kiss her.

"Mmm," she moaned, loving the way his lips felt against her own.

When Floyd had her belt unbuckled, he fingers the button of her jeans until it popped open. Grabbing hold of the zipper, he dragged it down and slid his hand inside her pants. He ran his fingers across the front of her panties, delighting in the wetness seeping through the material already.

"Uh," Amber moaned, pushing her crotch harder against his hand when she felt him press his finger between the lips of her pussy through her panties.

Amber groaned when she felt his hand leave her crotch, but she knew it'd be back before too long. She kicked off her shoes when she felt him start pushing her pants over her ass. By the time he had them around her ankles, she had both shoes off and was ready to step out of them. He stopped her from stepping out of them though because he wanted to help her do it by lifting her legs one at a time and pulling her socks off while her foot was in the air.

Falling backward on the bed, she moaned as his lips traveled from her ankle up her calf. When he licked the back of her knee, she moaned louder because he had remembered her sensitive spot. While his lips traveled up her thigh, she arched her back and pulled her shirt up to her rib cage. Just as she lifted her shoulders to pull the shirt the rest of the way off, his lips reached the bottom of her panties. Tossing the shirt wildly off the bed, she quickly reached down and grabbed the back of Floyd's head as he licked her pussy through the thin material of the dark red thong she'd worn.

Pulling the crotch of her panties aside, Floyd gave her pussy an agonizingly slow lick. When she put more pressure on the back of his head, he stiffened his neck and gave her another slow lick without any real pressure behind it. He hoped he was driving her crazy, but it was possible that he was just driving himself nuts by not diving in and feasting on her pussy like he really wanted to.

Amber was going crazy, but it was a good kind of crazy. She desperately wanted more but she was content to let him do his thing knowing that it would make the pay off that much sweeter for her in the end. Letting go of his head, she arched her back again so she could reach underneath her and unhook her bra. Pulling it down her arms, she moaned as the air hit her stiffening nipples.

Floyd let his thumb play at the entrance of her pussy while he flicked his tongue over her engorged clit. He glanced up to see Amber pinching a nipple with one hand and tossing her bra aside with the other. Slipping his thumb into her, he barely survived her hips bucking up and hitting him on the chin. Luckily his tongue hadn't been between his teeth when she did it or he might have bit right through it the force of the strike was so strong.

Giving up the slow, drawn out pace he had started with, he gave her clit rapid fire flicks of his tongue. He also kept his eyes on what he was doing in hopes of avoiding another surprise lunge of her hips when he wasn't paying full attention.

"Ooh," Amber whimpered as she approached the edge of her climax. She could feel it boiling inside her and knew it was going to be a good one, even though she had never come across an orgasm that wasn't a good one.

Just as Floyd took her clit into his mouth and gave it a healthy suck, she clamped her thighs to his head and bellowed her pleasure. His hearing was dampened by the thighs covering his ears, but he could still hear it well enough to know that he had hit the right spot. Sucking on it again, he felt her pussy clamp down on his thumb and a rush of pussy cream douse it.

"Oh, ooh," Amber screamed, her whole body shuddering in orgasmic delight.

"Next thing I'm going to do to you is fuck that tight little pussy of yours," Floyd said, slipping a condom on while she recovered from her climax.

"Ooh yeah," Amber cooed, positively dripping at the promise.

One thing she'd figured out since the first time she'd let Floyd fuck her was that she loved being talked dirty to. The dirty words were much more exciting than the euphemisms that people used in public. In private, hearing Floyd tell her that he was going to "fuck her senseless" could almost make her cum on the spot she liked it that much.

"You want me to fuck your little pussy?" Floyd whispered into her ear.

"Yeah, fuck my pussy," Amber groaned, raising her ass up trying to get him inside her.

"Want me to fuck it hard?" Floyd asked, driving himself into her in one stroke.

"Ahh YES," Amber screamed, reveling in the penetration.

"Say it," Floyd demanded, driving himself into her again.

"Fuck it hard," Amber moaned softly. The only thing she liked more than hearing the dirty words was being coaxed into saying them herself. She was naturally pretty reserved so the idea of asking to be fucked and fucked hard was an immense turn on.

"What was that? I didn't hear you," Floyd hissed, stopping his out stroke with the head of his cock just barely in her pussy.

"FUCK MY PUSSY HARD," Amber yelled, immediately rewarded with a powerful stroke that both knocked the wind out of her and also made her shriek with passion.

"That's what I wanted to hear," Floyd said, setting a nice rhythm. Slowly out and then fast in. It was the way he knew she liked it, but he still changed the tempo every so often by speeding up when she wasn't expecting him to or slowing down when she expected him to accelerate.

"Oh fuck me harder," Amber pleaded, wanting him to fuck her with all the raw animal lust he could muster.

Stopping dead in his tracks, he pulled out of her and told her "Hands and knees."

"Yeah, fuck me like a dog," Amber moaned, quickly rolling over and drawing her knees up underneath her. By the time she was up on her hands, Floyd was behind her rubbing his cock along her labia.

Putting one hand on the small of her back, he eased his cock into her with the other. Her pussy was still tighter than almost anything he'd ever encountered even with her cherry gone and long forgotten. He knew he wasn't going to last long inside her, but he could tell that he had the fire stoked inside her and she wouldn't take long before she got off again. He wanted her to be riding an orgasmic high when he switched holes on her lest she decide she didn't want him to fuck her ass.

"FUCK MEEEE," Amber screeched, feeling her ass bounce off his pelvis with every thrust he made into her pussy.

The sight of her ass rippling every time it bounced off him was just too inviting for Floyd. Licking his thumb, he ran circles around her anus. The only other time he'd tried it she'd politely told him to get his finger away from her asshole, but this time she just grunted and even seemed to lift her ass up a little higher to push against his thumb. Deciding to see if she'd get mad or not, he pressed the thumb against the ring of muscle. When it popped past the opening she gasped and dropped down onto her elbows with her face buried in the bed.

Not knowing whether that meant to stop or if she was just letting him know that he could without actually saying it, he worked the thumb around inside her ass. Still not getting any indication either way, he began fucking her ass with his thumb in alternating rhythm as his cock in her pussy. That seemed to do the trick as her head popped up and she even seemed to thrust her ass back onto his thumb.

"Fuck my ass," Amber groaned as her second orgasm hit her.

She wasn't sure she wanted to do it, but the thumb actually felt really good in her ass. She knew his cock was going to be much bigger but she also knew that he'd ask sooner or later and she might as well do it now while her whole body felt like jelly from her back to back climaxes

Just the mere thought that she was asking him to fuck her in the ass would have made Floyd cum, but the fact that she also started to cum herself when she said it made it impossible for him to do anything but fill the condom with his jizz. His eyes shut tight and his body felt like it was going to turn inside out from the force of his orgasm. Even when he had emptied his balls into the latex sheath he still had a tremor go through him while he pulled his cock out of her.

"You sure about this?" He asked her, pulling the used condom off. He thought about riding her ass bareback but decided against it. If he wanted to be able to do it again he needed to make it as good for her as possible and the condom might make the entry a little easier on her.

"No, but do it anyway," Amber answered honestly, still on her hands and knees while he slipped a new condom on..

Amber whimpered as she felt Floyd's cock press against her last virgin hole. The butterflies that she'd felt the first time she'd slept with him had returned with a vengeance. Her stomach felt like it was on a roller coaster with the way they flitted around inside her. Every time Floyd pushed his cock against her anus, they jumped up and she couldn't help but squeeze her asshole shut nervously.

"You have to relax," Floyd told her, feeling himself locked out of her anal cavity once more.

To help her relax, he reached out with his free hand and lightly stroked her back along her spine. While he did that, he kept up the insistent pressure against her asshole. It seemed to be doing the trick because he felt her start to loosen up. Not enough for him to get in, but he could feel her sphincter start to give a little. Suddenly she relaxed enough for the head to pop inside.

"Ahh," Amber groaned, instinctively clamping her anus shut and pulling forward. His cock parting her butthole hurt, but the action had more to do with the surprise of her asshole suddenly being forced open like that. In fact, in an odd way, she actually kind of liked the way his cock felt in such a tight place.

Lucky for Floyd her anus was so tight that when she clamped down on his cock head it didn't let him pull out when she lurched forward. He hadn't expected her to do that, but all that mattered was that he hadn't lost his footing in her ass. If he had lost that he didn't know if she'd let him try to get back in and he desperately wanted to feel his cock buried as deep in her ass as he could get it.

"Ready for more?" Floyd inquired, still stroking her back with one hand and using the other to finger her pussy.

"Yeah," Amber answered, reacting to the way his finger brushed her clit every time it slid between the slippery folds of her pussy.

Feeling her asshole start to relax enough to give her some more, he pushed slowly and was surprised that she didn't stop him until he was all the way in. He groaned as she gave her anal muscles an experimental flex around his cock. It was tight enough in there without her milking it before he got used to the feel. All he could think was to thank God for the condom because he was sure he wouldn't have made it past that squeeze her ass gave him without it.

Amber couldn't believe that she had taken a cock in her ass. Just a couple weeks ago she was a virgin and now she was being butt fucked. What's more is that she was actually enjoying it in a sense. Not as much as when he fucked her pussy, and the finger rubbing her clit while it slid in and out of her snatch had more to do with the small amount of pleasure she was feeling, but it was certainly far from the painful experience she had been expecting. Her butterflies had even mostly vanished and the pain had only been some slight discomfort at the initial penetration.

Pulling himself out, Floyd moved slowly and only pulled an inch or two out to give her small strokes. He didn't want to go from "here's a cock in your ass" to "I'm power fucking your ass" in the space of a few seconds. With each thrust he made, he pulled more of his cock out of her. It was slow going but the moans she gave when he finally had almost the full length stroking in and out of her tight ass more than made up for it.

Amber was on her elbows with her forehead pressed against the bed as another moan escaped her lips. She was really getting into the naughtiness of having her ass fucked. The pain was gone and the twinges of pleasure that his cock was giving her were growing. Her ass felt like it was on fire, but it was starting to feel more like the way her pussy burned whenever he was inside it. In short, she was starting to love every movement he made and even was beginning to eagerly push back against the invading member.

The tightness of her ass was starting to take it's toll on Floyd much sooner than he would've liked. Maybe it's just as well, he thought to himself, she may be moaning but he still couldn't be sure just how much she was enjoying being sodomized. Picking up the pace, he pulled his finger out of her pussy so he could grab her hips and really fuck her.

Amber bemoaned the absence of his finger in her cunt, but she quickly moved her own hand back to replace it. She had been closing in on an orgasm much to her amazement and she wasn't willing to let it go without a fight. Sinking two fingers in her pussy, she was amazed at how tight her pussy felt around them with a cock in the neighboring hole. As she fucked her pussy with the two fingers she could feel his cock pounding into her ass on the other side of the thin membrane separating her holes.

Floyd was getting close to cumming. So close in fact that he almost completely missed the signs of Amber's own impending orgasm. When he finally noticed how close she was to cumming, he almost wished he hadn't because the thought that she was going to cum from being fucked in the ass almost pushed him over the edge right then and there. It was all he could do just to hold it long enough for her to get there. Being a Cubs fan, he just imagined the guy who interfered with the fly ball in game 6 and used his rage to get himself under enough control to last the few seconds until Amber reached the edge.

"Ohh fuck my ass," Amber moaned, just needing a little more to get her over the hump. When she felt Floyd's cock start to swell she knew he was about to cum and that was all it took to finish her off. With a scream of delight, her body seemed to explode and a monster orgasm overtook her.

"Shit," Floyd groaned, feeling Amber's ass grip him with it's orgasm. Every muscle in body constricted as he filled the condom. He wished he was pumping the cum directly into her ass, but really he was just happy knowing that he had made her cum while he was in her ass.

"We should try that again some time," Amber sighed as they settled into bed.

+ * + * +

"You want me to get a tattoo?" Floyd asked incredulously as he stared at the front window of the tattoo parlor.

"I want to get my tongue pierced, but the producers would kill me. A tattoo wouldn't make them happy, but they won't complain too much if it's in an easily concealed place. Come on, tattoos are sexy on guys," Amber pleaded with him.

"Fine, I'll do it," Floyd conceded. She was looking at him with those big brown eyes of hers and she could be asking him to jump out of an airplane with a parachute and he wouldn't be able to say no.

"Good," she said, excitedly grabbing his arm and dragging him inside.

They browsed around looking at the various patterns and designs on the walls. Finally Amber settled on a red rose in full bloom that she wanted to get between her shoulder blades. Floyd didn't see much of anything that aroused his interest and he would have just left if not for Amber's excitement and her appeal that he get one too.

"Have you decided?" The guy behind the counter with metal rings about three inches in diameter through his earlobes asked them. The earrings were so big and heavy that they hung down and created a big hole in the lobe that you could read the wall behind him through.

"I want the rose," Amber said, pointing at the design that she wanted, "and I want it between my shoulder blades."

"Is this your first tattoo?" He asked Amber. When she nodded yes, he suggested "You might want to try somewhere else. The more nerves or bone in the area that's being tattooed, the more it hurts. Where you want is essentially over the spine and it's going to hurt like hell."

"Okay, then I guess I can get it on my shoulder," Amber said, disappointed but glad that she was going to avoid as much pain as possible.

"Do you have anything that looks like the cover of the ...And Justice For All album by Metallica?" Floyd asked, hoping that the answer was "no" so he could say that he tried but they didn't have what he wanted.

"Blindfolded Lady Justice holding unbalanced scales?" The guy asked, but Floyd couldn't take his eyes off the giant holes in the guys ears long enough to do anything but nod.

"Yeah, anything like that?" Floyd inquired.

"No, but let me see if I can draw anything like that free hand," the guy said, grabbing a sketch pad. "Where do you want it?"

"I was thinking on my right shoulder blade, like right here," Floyd answered, pointing to the spot on his shoulder where he wanted it.

"Lets see," the guy mumbled, drawing on the pad. A few minutes later, he held up the pad and had drawn almost exactly what Floyd had pictured.

"That's perfect," Floyd said, awed by the artistic talent the guy obviously had.

"Great. Shannon will get you while I transfer this over to a stencil," the guy told Amber, pointing at a heavily tattooed chick with about five piercings in each eyebrow.

Floyd waited for a couple minutes after Amber was escorted to a booth. He could hear the whir of the tattoo gun start as another guy named Aaron with a spike through his lip and one through each nostril in his nose led him to a separate booth.

The tattoo process wasn't as painful as he thought it was going to be. It hurt, but it was more of a sharp pinch for the first while before the skin numbed up enough to reduce it to a dull ache. As he looked at the tattoo in the mirror, he had to admit that it looked pretty good and he was actually glad that Amber had convinced him to get one. He was sure his mom would freak the moment she found out, but that was a bridge he was prepared to cross when he got to it.

"That looks great," Amber said, when he showed it to her. She in turn pulled the strap of her tank top down far enough to show him the rose that adorned pretty much the same spot on her as his own tattoo occupied on him.

"Now remember, keep them covered for a few days and make sure to rub lotion on them or they'll fade," the guy behind the counter cautioned. "They won't fade all the way, but the sun will leach the color out of them until the ink fully sets."

"That was great," Amber beamed when they got back to the dorm. "I want another."

"Already? You just got your first one," Floyd said, rolling his eyes.

"I know, but the adrenaline rush was amazing," Amber said, already feeling the addiction that getting tattooed can bring on.

"At least wait a few days before you get the next one," Floyd suggested. "Or at least wait until your producers stop yelling at you because Joan wouldn't get a tattoo."

"Fine, I'll wait," Amber pouted. "I promised I'd go shopping with Kate and then I have work late tonight but I'll take see you tomorrow?"

"You could always come over when you're done and slip into bed with me," Floyd countered.

"That's tempting but I don't think I'll have time," Amber said, kissing him before crossing the hall to see if Kate was with Rich.

+ * + * +

Floyd was half asleep when he heard the door of his room open. He lifted his head to see who it was but without his glasses on and the lights off, he couldn't make out who it was that was standing in front of the door taking their clothes off but he knew it wasn't Joe. The figure wasn't tall enough to be Joe and whoever it was had a definite feminine figure to them. When the woman slid into bed next to him, he naturally assumed it was Amber taking him up on his offer from earlier. He was soon proven to be quite wrong on that assumption.

"What's this?" Michelle asked, feeling the bandage covering his new tattoo.

"Don't you have a bed of your own to sleep in?" Floyd asked through the fog of sleep.

"Why sleep in a cold bed when I can sleep in a warm one," Michelle shot back, cuddling up to him.

He wanted to kick her out of bed, but damn if her body didn't feel mighty nice pressed against his back. Knowing that he couldn't kick her out, he just rolled over and hoped she wouldn't try to coerce him into cheating on Amber yet again because if she did try he certainly wasn't going to be able to turn down a chance to feel her wet pussy wrapped so snugly around his penis.

"Come on Floyd, just a little," she pleaded, reaching around to squeeze his cock through his boxers.

"No," Floyd said, taking a Herculean effort just to get the word out.

"Fine, but can I still sleep here? I had a few drinks with Keith across the hall and I don't think I should drive," Michelle said, knowing that he certainly wasn't going to make her drive drunk.

"Joe's not using his bed, why don't you sleep in that one?" Floyd suggested.

"But this one's already warm," she said and even if he couldn't see her eyes, he knew that she was giving him her best doe eyed look.

"Fine, whatever," he conceded.

"Thanks," she said, kissing him the cheek.

A little while later Floyd was awaken by the sound of the door opening again. Glancing up, he swore under his breath as he saw another woman getting undressed in front of the door. This time he was perfectly certain that it was Amber and him in bed with a naked Michelle wasn't going to look good no matter how he tried to explain it. In a word, he was fucked and not in the fun way that Michelle had wanted him to be. He suddenly wished he had taken her up on the offer so he could be guilty of the crime he was about to be accused of.

"What the fuck?" He heard Amber's ask when she slipped in right behind Michelle.

Suddenly the light flipped on to illuminate Amber standing naked next to the bed with Floyd and Michelle under the covers. Michelle's ass could be seen from beneath the covers that Amber had thrown off when she had felt someone that was decidedly not Floyd in bed with them.

"It's not what it looks like," Floyd said, using the time honored cliché for explaining how a naked woman got in one's bed.

"It looks like my best friend is in bed with my boyfriend," Amber hissed.

"Okay, so maybe it is what it looks like but there wasn't any sex," Floyd argued.

"Then what's she doing in bed with you, without any clothes on to boot?" Amber demanded.

"She was drunk and crawled into my bed instead of Joe's. She passed out before she could switch beds," Floyd lied.

"Then why didn't you move to Joe's bed?" Amber asked, using that infernal invention called logic against him.

"Look at it, would you want to sleep there?" Floyd replied, pointing at Joe's bed. He just hoped she'd accept cleanliness as a reasonable excuse.

It didn't work, because next thing he knew she was grabbing Michelle by the hair and dragging her out of his bed. Michelle was screaming and clawing at Amber's hand trying to get her to let go.

"He didn't do anything wrong," Michelle said, defending Floyd.

"I don't believe that for a minute. A guy doesn't sleep in the same bed with a naked woman without giving in to temptation," Amber snarled, trying hard not to stare at the way Michelle's bare breasts jiggled so invitingly. She wanted to reach out and grab them, and the thought startled her enough that she let her grip on Michelle's hair slip a little.

Michelle took the opportunity to try to break away from Amber. Amber's grip tightened on her hair though and Michelle was pulled off balance and she fell on her back. Amber didn't let go of Michelle's hair fast enough and was pulled down on top of her friend.

Floyd was still in shock at what was happening to move. He was watching two naked women fight over him, with Amber straddling Michelle's waist, and the sight turned him on greatly even if it meant he was probably going to lose at least Amber and maybe even Michelle. When Amber's hands circled Michelle's throat and started choking her, Floyd knew he had to react. He scrambled out of bed and reached for Amber.

Amber saw him coming and didn't want him near her after what he had done so she let go of Michelle with one hand to push Floyd away. With only one hand on Michelle, the tables were quickly turned and Michelle rolled them over so she was on top.

"Nothing happened," Michelle gasped, shaking Amber by the shoulders as Amber's hand still clutched her throat.

"You fucked my boyfriend and you call that nothing?" Amber accused Michelle.

Amber tried to push Michelle off her but her hands accidentally pressed against Michelle's breasts. The contact made her pull her hands back. It wasn't the touching of another woman's breasts that made her react like that, it was the fact that she enjoyed the way the breasts felt against her hands that shocked her. The fight just went out of her and all she could think about was wanting to feel Michelle's breasts again.

Michelle noticed the sudden change in Amber. She had fucked a couple women in her time and she knew something was up. The way Amber's face had changed when she touched her was one Michelle knew well. It was the same one that had been on her face the first time Alyson Hannigan had kissed her in a "more than friends" way. Michelle knew she could be wrong about it, but Floyd had left her hanging and the wrestling with Amber had gotten her own juices flowing a bit.

Floyd was just about to separate them when Michelle leaned down and kissed Amber. The sight was hot enough to knock him off balance and he found himself sitting on the floor with his back against the bed. He was waiting to see Amber slap Michelle, but Amber instead seemed to be really getting into the kiss. When Amber wrapped her arms around Michelle, Floyd's mind reeled once more.

Two naked women, on the floor, making out, and one was his girlfriend. It was just too much for Floyd to get his mind around. He'd had an inkling that Michelle had dabbled in women before, but he never ever would've guessed that Amber would go in for something like this. She was still just so innocent and virginal that it completely and utterly shocked him. That being said, her innocence and the taboo of the act made it that much hotter in his mind.

Amber's mind was exploding as Michelle's tongue pressed against her lips. Should she open her mouth and let her best friend's tongue inside or should she get up and run? It was all so confusing because she wanted to do both. She wanted to run because it was all happening so fast and never in her life had she thought she'd be kissing another women somewhere other than the cheek to say hi. It just felt too good and natural for her want to end the kiss just yet though. She parted her lips and moaned as Michelle's tongue came snaking into her mouth.

All Floyd could was watch. He wanted to join in, but he was too turned on to move. He was also a little afraid that if he moved they might come to their senses and stop kissing. Who on earth would want that? So he sat there and watched them make out on the floor right in front of him.

As Michelle's hands worked their way to her breasts, Amber felt giddy. That was the best way to describe the combination of nerves and excitement flowing her veins over her best friend, another woman, touching her naked body. She could barely contain herself even if she didn't quite know what to do. Should she return the favor by feeling Michelle's breasts, or should she do nothing and let Michelle do whatever she wanted? The only thing she was sure of was that she was not going to stop Michelle. The kiss they were sharing and Michelle's soft hands on her tits were just too good to deny.

"Come here Floyd," Michelle beckoned, breaking the kiss. "Are you going to just sit there, or are you going to do something?"

All Floyd could do was nod. He watched Michelle lean back down to kiss Amber again as he made his way behind them. The sight of the two pussies pressing against each other made his cock lurch in his boxers. Michelle was moving her hips back and forth grinding her snatch against Amber's and he could see their juices mingling in the middle before dripping down between Amber's legs.

Amber moaned when she felt Floyd's hand slide between their pussies. She could feel a finger sliding into her pussy and wondered if Michelle was getting the same treatment. She suddenly remembered the chain reaction that started with her finding Michelle in Floyd's bed and brought them to this point with her kissing and enjoying a woman's body pressed against her own. It hurt her to think that Michelle had fucked her boyfriend, but she was too far gone to let it bother her much at the moment.

Floyd had a thumb in Amber's pussy and two fingers in Michelle's, pulling them out and driving back in at the same time. With each inward thrust the two girls bucked their hips against each other driving them each higher. While he did this, he kept an on their hands as they fondled the others tits. Occasionally Michelle would lift her head enough for Floyd to be able to see their tongues mingle and twist together just barely inside Amber's mouth.

It was all too much for him and with his free hand he pulled his boxers down. Without warning, he grabbed his cock and drove it into Amber's pussy. He could hear her moan even though it was muffled by Michelle's mouth. Holding himself inside Amber's pussy, Floyd pulled Michelle's ass cheeks apart and let his pussy juice soaked finger trace the area between her pussy and asshole.

Amber's mind was on overload as Floyd started to fuck her. She had her hands full of tits that were not her own, a girl's tongue in her mouth, and a cock in her pussy. This was so far beyond anything she could've imagined happening to her that her brain was struggling to keep up with all the sensations that it was getting. She was getting so much out of it that she wanted Floyd and Michelle to get just as much or more.

"Fuck Michelle," Amber said, lifting her head to look at Floyd.

Withdrawing from Amber, Floyd obeyed and moved his cock up the couple inches until he was poised at the opening of Michelle's pussy. Easing himself inside Michelle, he noticed Amber straining to see but her vantage point just wasn't allowing her see much. Grabbing Michelle's hips, Floyd lifted her up onto her hands and knees. It put enough space between the two women for Amber to look between them and see Floyd's cock driving in and out of her best friend's cunt.

"You like watching your boyfriend fuck me?" Michelle asked Amber. She was slightly disappointed that her physical contact with Amber had been cut down because her hands were busy holding her upper body up so Amber could watch Floyd fuck her.

"Yeah," Amber moaned, sliding out from underneath them so she could get a better view. Amber knew she shouldn't be enjoying the show but she couldn't help herself. Sure it was her boyfriend fucking another woman, her best friend even, but it was like she couldn't do anything to stop so she just went with the flow.

"Wait, stop," Michelle said, putting her hand back to stop Floyd. "I got something better to do."

Michelle pulled away from Floyd and climbed up on the bed. She then motioned for Floyd to retake his position between her legs. While he was pushing his cock back into her pussy, Michelle beckoned Amber over. When Amber nervously approached her, Michelle motioned for her throw her leg over and sit on her face facing Floyd.

I can't believe I'm doing this, Amber thought to herself as she found herself lowering her sopping pussy to Michelle's lips. When Michelle's tongue drilled straight into her pussy, Amber gasped and had to put a hand on the wall behind her to keep from falling off the bed. If she thought Floyd was good at oral sex, Michelle was absolutely amazing. She knew exactly what spots to hit and when. The idea of having a girl's tongue in her pussy while she watched her boyfriend fuck someone else also contributed heavily to the sensations coursing through her.

Watching Amber ride Michelle's tongue did absolutely nothing to help Floyd's stamina. Soon he was fucking Michelle with a gusto that had the younger girl moaning around Amber's pussy. Floyd didn't know, didn't care would probably be a more apt term, if Michelle was going to get off before him, he just knew that he had to blow his load soon.

It just so happened that Amber was the first to cum. Her juices had been flowing nonstop since she'd walked in the room. Of course the current situation was far from the "wake Floyd up for a quick fuck" scenario she had been expecting, but it just made her even hotter to know that she was about to cum all over Michelle's tongue.

"Eat me," Amber hissed, grinding her pussy against Michelle's face as she came.

Amber's orgasm set off a chain reaction. Michelle had been expecting Floyd to fuck her when she came in the room as well and so it didn't take much to push her over the edge. Floyd had been watching two women make out and was now watching one of them eat the other's pussy so it was only a matter of time when he heard Amber's orgasm start. When Michelle starting cumming all over his cock, it was all over and just drove himself in to the hilt and hosed her pussy with his cum.

"Now it's your turn Amber," Michelle said, pushing Amber down her body.

Amber found herself between Michelle's spread legs. She noted the way Michelle's cream was mixing with Floyd's cum as it leaked from her pussy. The sight was so hot that Amber just had to have a taste. Sticking her tongue out, Amber gave Michelle's slit a small lick and was surprised that it had a tang to it that she enjoyed rather well.

"Yeah, that's the way," Michelle cheered Amber on as her friend cleaned out her cunt.

"Oh shit," Amber moaned as Floyd suddenly drove himself into her pussy without warning.

It was the first time Floyd had fucked Amber without a condom and was loving every minute. Without anything covering his cock he could feel the full heat and tightness of her love canal, and it was magnificent. Normally he would've started off slowly with Amber, but with everything going on he decided that it was most certainly a "fuck her like you mean it and don't stop until you feel the back of her throat" kind of moment.

"Lick my pussy," Michelle hissed at Amber. She wasn't the best that Michelle had ever had, but she was doing the job with a gusto that Michelle enjoyed thoroughly.

Amber was in complete ecstasy. Floyd was fucking her for all he was worth and driving her further and further out of her mind and Michelle's pussy tasted so wonderful on her inexperienced tongue. If she wasn't careful, she just might cum at any moment.

"Fuck me," Amber demanded, taking her mouth off of Michelle's pussy just long enough to look over her shoulder at Floyd and make the demand. When that was done, it was back down to the splayed out pussy before her.

Amber could feel her orgasm bubbling up inside her as Floyd continued to ram his cock home. Wanting Michelle to come as well, Amber drove two fingers into her friend's tight snatch. Flicking Michelle's clit with her tongue like she herself enjoys, Amber worked the two fingers in and out in a desperate effort to make Michelle cum with her.

"Ohh," Amber panted as her orgasm inched closer inside her.

"Fuck me with those fingers," Michelle moaned, being driven towards her climax at a rapid rate.

"Cum for me Michelle," Amber demanded as her orgasm hit first, but not by much. Her moaning into Michelle's cunt pushed the younger woman over the edge right behind her.

With two women orgasming in front of him, and one on his cock, Floyd couldn't hold out any longer. Pulling his cock out of Amber's snatch, he rested in the valley between her ass cheeks. Pushing her ass cheeks together against his cock, he used them to masturbate himself until his cum finally arched out and landed in a puddle on the small of Amber's back.

As they all collapsed on the bed, Amber's mind started coming back into focus. What had been the best night of her life only moments before started to reveal more questions than answers for the twenty year old. Did this make her gay? Bi-sexual? Did Michelle and Floyd do something to her that made her act that way?

The answer to those questions of course were "Not necessarily," "Maybe," and "No," but she didn't know much of anything for sure at the moment. You could've told her that aliens had just impregnated her for purposes of creating a race of super intelligent humanoids to take over the world and she just might have believed you. It was just too confusing for her to stick around and bask in the afterglow of sex.

"I gotta go," Amber said, grabbing her clothes and running out of the room.

She got dressed in the main room with thoughts that she might be a lesbian rushing around in her head. No, she told herself when she was fully dressed, she definitely liked guys. It was all a mistake and wouldn't happen again. Yet she couldn't help thinking of how Michelle's breasts felt in her hands or the way her tongue had felt on her pussy. Most damning to Amber's mind was that she had enjoyed tasting Michelle's sweet nectar and in fact was still licking her lips to get any remaining taste into her mouth as she fled the room.