The Color of Amber Chapter Five: Foxy Ladies

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Now for the recap. In chapter four Michelle Trachtenberg dropped by to give Amber a little present, consisting of sex toys, and later on Michelle graciously volunteered to let Amber try them out on her. The next day Amber hit the town with Elisha Cuthbert and Mila Kunis, only to end up getting drunk in a bowling alley. That was all fine and dandy though because that just made it that much easier to get Mila to give in to Amber and Elisha’s insistence that she try a woman or two on for size. Finally, Amber went to a party for MTV’s Choose Or Lose and was quite shocked to see Michelle wander in with Floyd on her arm. She walked off and in doing so drove him into the arms of two willing women. Crying, she ran into the bathroom and happened to watch Jennifer Garner and Keri Russell engaged in activities that she probably wasn’t meant to see. When she jumped in though, they didn’t seem to mind.

Celebs in this story are Amber Tamblyn, Kirsten Storms, Courtnee Draper, Michelle Trachtenberg, and Amy Acker. The codes are (MF, FF, cons, oral, anal, toys, Fdom). Go fuck yourself and go read something else if you dislike those codes or want something more. Or better yet, write it yourself.

“Girls, all I really want is girls. And in the morning it’s girls. Cause in the evening it’s girls.” – Beastie Boys ‘Girls’

The Color of Amber Chapter Five: Foxy Ladies
By voodoojoe

She could feel the cock press against the opening of her pussy and as it penetrated she shoved her hips up to accept it into her. Feeling it buried deep inside her, she sighed and luxuriated in the familiarity of the situation. Flat on her back with the throbbing organ buried balls deep in her little cunt, she felt as if all was right in the world.

She groaned as it started to withdraw but moaned loudly when it slammed back into her. Her tits shook with the force of the thrust and she had to grab them with her hands to corral them. Clenching her eyes she rubbed her nipples between her fingers as the cock inside her hammered away at her mercilessly, driving both of them closer and closer to the orgasm they so desperately needed.

“Cum inside me,” Amber moaned, feeling the dick start to pulse inside her. As the first shot erupted inside her she opened her eyes and smiled at the face looking down on her with such a look of concentration just before her own orgasm overcame her. As Floyd’s face started to dissolve Amber tried to scream for it to come back, but no sound came out.

She shot up in bed and found herself alone again. For the month or so since she’d seen Floyd leave the party with those two sluts she’d been having the same dream. It’d start off as just some faceless cock pounding away at her and then Floyd’s face would appear and then disappear just as quickly. Every time the dream ended it left her feeling empty inside and the last couple times not even Michelle or Elisha could fill the void that was threatening to tear her apart.

She’d tried analyzing the dream, but the closest she could get was that she desperately needed Floyd, or at least a good hard dick of the non-plastic variety. Floyd was out since he’d obviously given up on her, because if he still held out hope then he wouldn’t have gone off with a couple other women at the first opportunity, and she didn’t really feel like going out and picking up a random guy to fuck. Besides, that just wasn’t her whether she’d spent the last couple months jumping from bed to bed with various women or not. Basically, she had absolutely no idea what to do so she kept doing what she’d been doing.

Her birthday was approaching fast and would be there in a couple days. She hoped that maybe it was just something her mind was doing to her to make her take stock of her life and would end once her birthday rolled around. The chances were remote, she knew, but slim hope was better than having none at all.

She was all set to go to Scotland for her birthday despite Michelle’s protests that they should hit Las Vegas. Vegas is a place that everyone should go in their life, but it’s just too cliché for a 21st birthday. Everyone goes there to drink and gamble on their 21st and she just wanted to do something different. How many people go to Scotland for their birthday? Not many and that’s what appealed to her about it.

+ * + * +

“Come on, I want to go to Vegas,” Michelle whined. They were having brunch and Michelle was once more trying once more to convince her to go to Las Vegas for her birthday.

“Everyone goes to Vegas,” Amber said, rolling her eyes. “Besides, you couldn’t even gamble if you went. You have to be twenty-one to be in the casino and you’re still only eighteen.”

“My fake ID says otherwise,” Michelle said, whipping out a New York driver’s license that had her picture next to the name “Elizabeth Monroe” and listed her birthdate as October 11, 1982.

“The point of using an out of state license for your fake ID is that no one knows what the real deal looks like. Vegas is used to having people come from all over so I’m sure they’d know what it looks like. That means they’d have a chance of knowing it’s fake,” Amber said, handing the license back to Michelle.

“I’m sure I could talk my way out of it,” Michelle said, making it very obvious that she meant that she’d fuck her way out of it rather than talk.

“I’d ask what you’d do if it was a woman, but I know you’d be just as enthusiastic about it,” Amber said.

“That’s why we should go, show them Vegas women how it feels to have their pussies eaten right,” Michelle said, her eyes glimmering as she broke into a wicked grin.

“You seem to be in a better mood this morning,” Amber observed.

“Getting fucked will do that for a girl,” Michelle said, sticking out her tongue.

“Joe, or have you tired of him yet?” Amber asked her, knowing that her friend usually got bored with a man after a couple weeks. The fact that Joe was still in the picture was rather amazing.

“Joe and one of my friends too,” Michelle responded. “Nothing better than having a cock and a pussy to play with at the same time.”

“I’ll take your word on that,” Amber said, trying to hide the lament she was feeling. She had in fact had a cock and pussy to play with at the same time once before, but she had been so shocked at the situation that she hadn’t taken the time to fully appreciate it. “How long did your abstinence actually last?”

“Five of the longest days of my life,” Michelle replied. “I don’t know how you lasted as long as you did without going completely insane.”

“Neither do I,” Amber confessed, finishing off the last her toast. “I think I’m going to go. People to see, things to do and all that.”

“More like people to do, things to see for me,” Michelle said, grabbing for the check.

“It’s my turn,” Amber protested.

“You can owe me. I’ll be in the mood to collect later if you’re interested,” Michelle offered, throwing some money on the table to cover the bill.

“I’ll have to see how the day unfolds. I might get a better offer, you know. Call me tonight,” Amber said, walking toward the door.

“What could be a better offer than me?” Michelle asked, pouting as she followed Amber.

“You know I love you most,” Amber said, pinching Michelle’s cheek.

“Stop that,” Michelle said, slapping Amber’s hand away. “I’m supposed to be the cheek pincher.”

“No, you’re the butt pincher,” Amber said, pinching Michelle’s cheek once more.

“I said stop that,” Michelle said, swatting Amber’s hand away again.

“You’re just so darn cute I can’t help myself,” Amber said, lifting her hand to pinch Michelle’s cheek again but laughed when Michelle swatted it away.

“If you want to go to the bathroom I’ll let you pinch as much as you want,” Michelle said, grinning hopefully.

“Can’t,” Amber said, lifting her arms. When Michelle got ready to slap them away if they tried to pinch her, Amber giggled and gave her a hug instead.

“Come over tonight. I’ll make it worth your while,” Michelle promised, slipping her hand down to discreetly squeeze Amber’s ass when the hug broke.

“See, that’s why you’re the ass pincher,” Amber said, grinning as she pushed Michelle away.

“You know love it,” Michelle whispered into her ear.

“Like I said, if I don’t get a better offer, then I’ll be there,” Amber said, enjoying the look of frustration on Michelle’s face.

“There is no better offer. I know I’m better than that blonde bitch of yours. You know it, and she knows it too. Hell, this whole fucking town knows it,” Michelle erupted when they were outside.

“Why the animosity between you and Elisha?” Amber asked her, taken aback by the raw anger.

“She’s just a bitch,” Michelle grumbled.

“Since when did being a bitch raise your ire like that?” Amber pressed. “There’s got to be more to it than that, and you know it.”

“Fine,” Michelle said gruffly. “It started a few months ago when we were both at a party. I was minding my own business talking to this guy when that bitch walked up and started accusing me of trying to fuck her boyfriend.”

“Were you trying to sleep with him?” Amber asked, knowing that odds were pretty Michelle had at least thought about it.

“Sure I was flirting with him a little, but he wasn’t even all that cute. I asked if she wanted to join in, but she started screaming about how disgusting that was and stormed off,” Michelle continued, rolling her eyes.

“So you propositioned both her and her boyfriend? I guess that’s one way to make friends,” Amber giggled.

“Just to spite her, I took her boyfriend into the bathroom anyway,” Michelle said, shrugging her shoulders. “No wonder she’s such a bitch. He lasted about thirty seconds and then walked out like he was the king of the world or something. I’d be frigid too if he was the only one I could find to fuck me.”

“Want to know what I think? I think you’ve got the hots for Elisha, but she doesn’t seem to want you so you lash out at her because of the sexual tension,” Amber said, grinning at the scowl on Michelle’s face.

“She is not hot, she is a bitch,” Michelle said through gritted teeth. “If I wanted her, I’d have her. No one can resist me; especially not bitches like your little snow bunny. You should know that by now.”

“There you go again, lashing out at her because you want her,” Amber teased Michelle.

“Fuck this, I’m going home,” Michelle snorted and walked off. “Be at my house around eight.”

“If I come over, what will you do for me?” Amber called after Michelle.

“Come over and find out. You won’t regret it though,” Michelle replied over her shoulder.

Amber was about to chase after her and try to find out exactly what Michelle had in store, but her phone rang. “Hello?”

“Howdy stranger,” came a familiar voice that Amber hadn’t heard for a while from the other end, that of Kirsten Storms.

They’d met a couple years ago at the Daytime Emmys when Amber was at the tail end of her run on General Hospital and Kirsten had been on Days Of Our Lives and become fast friends. Lately though, they’d drifted a little with Amber doing the show and Kirsten seeming to always be busy with something or other for Disney.

“Why, if it isn’t Mini Me,” Amber said, using the nickname Kirsten had been given by her on-screen sister, Alison Sweeney, when she’d been on Days.

“You can’t call me that. Alison is the only one that gets to call me that,” Kirsten said, feigning indignation at the use of her nickname.

“How about calling you Carrot? Is that one still in play?” Amber asked, teasing her friend.

“Remind me to never tell you anything ever again,” Kirsten sighed.

“Fine, you win,” Amber said. “What’s up?”

“I’ve got a break in my schedule and I figured I’d see what you’ve been up to,” Kirsten answered. “It’s been so long I’ve seen you, I thought you might want to do something tonight.”

“I was going to do something with Michelle tonight, but I’m sure she wouldn’t mind if I canceled for you,” Amber responded, heading for her car.

“Are we talking about the same Michelle here? The one that thinks cutting off a guy’s nuts is a suitable punishment for being late for a date?” Kirsten asked.

“Well, she does have a point there. As much as she puts out, any guy that would risk being one of the few to not get any is an idiot. She’d be doing the world a favor by taking them out of the gene pool,” Amber replied dryly, slipping into the driver’s seat and closing the door behind her.

“Maybe, but she’s not going to like you standing her up,” Kirsten said, laughing.

“I’ve got an ace in the hole though,” Amber assured her, pulling out of her parking space. “Come over to the house tonight and we can do whatever you want.”

“Party at Amber’s house?” Kirsten asked.

“I don’t think so,” Amber replied. “I was thinking of something that won’t require me to hide anything breakable.”

“Having naked guys wrestle in your living is out then?” Kirsten asked.

“I’m sure I could make an exception, as long as I get to rub them down with oil,” Amber said. Even though she’d been experimenting quite a bit in the last few months, it didn’t mean she didn’t still appreciate a nice piece of beefcake.

“See, now that’s gonna be a deal breaker,” Kirsten said. “I want to be the one oiling them up.”

“Then I guess you’ll just have to think of something else,” Amber told her.

“I’ll think of something,” Kirsten assured her. “If I don’t though, we could always just do dinner and a movie or something.”

“That would work too,” Amber said, hoping that ‘something’ might entail naked fun.

“Before I forget, would you mind if a friend tagged along?” Kirsten asked. “She’s only in town for a couple days and it would be great if I could kill two birds with one stone.”

“Sure, bring her along,” Amber said, gritting her teeth over having her chances of getting Kirsten naked reduced greatly.

“Thanks, I owe you one,” Kirsten said. “Anyway, I’ll see you tonight.”

“Tonight,” Amber agreed before hanging up.

She knew she had to call Michelle to cancel, but it wasn’t a phone call she was particularly looking forward to making. She knew Michelle would throw a fit just like Kirsten said she would, and Amber was confident that she could talk Michelle into postponing, but it didn’t mean she wanted to endure the tantrum right away.

Once in her driveway, Amber quickly got out of the car and headed for the front door. Inside, she steeled her nerve and picked up the phone to call Michelle.

“You’re not canceling on me Amber,” Michelle said the moment she picked up the phone. “Your cute little ass will be at my house tonight, or I’ll drag you there by your hair.”

“What makes you think I’m canceling?” Amber shot back.

“Just call it a feeling,” Michelle sternly said.

“You’re right, I am canceling,” Amber said.

“If you tell me you’re choosing Elisha over me I’ll never fucking talk to you again,” Michelle screeched.

“It’s not Elisha,” Amber responded. “It’s Kirsten.”

“Carrot?” Michelle asked, a hint of amusement in her voice. “Or did you suddenly become friends with Kirsten Dunst?”

“It’s Carrot,” Amber said, giggling at Michelle’s usage of Kirsten’s nickname.

“Didn’t you tell her you had plans to get your pussy licked by the best tonight?” Michelle demanded.

“Not in so many words, no,” Amber replied. “I told her I had plans with you, but tonight was the only break in her schedule.”

“I guess I could always push the surprise back a day and see what Joe’s doing tonight,” Michelle muttered, thinking aloud. “It might actually be better that way since Joe has that concert tomorrow with Floyd. This way I’ll be able to get some cock tonight and some pussy tomorrow.”

“There you go,” Amber said.

“I’m still going to make you pay for postponing on me,” Michelle threatened. “I think fucking that tight ass of yours should be sufficient.”

“Oh please, not that,” Amber said in a mocking tone of voice. “Do anything you want to me but please don’t take your strap on and shove it up my ass.”

“Just for that, I’ll make you watch while I fuck your surprise without you,” Michelle returned.

“Now that’s just not fair,” Amber groaned.

“You shouldn’t have mouthed off then,” Michelle taunted.

“You can’t give me a surprise without letting me play,” Amber protested.

“I can, and I will,” Michelle said triumphantly.

“Maybe I’ll just call Elisha and see what she’s doing tomorrow night instead,” Amber said, knowing what Michelle would do if she actually did just that.

“You do and you can forget about going to Vegas with me for your birthday,” Michelle told her.

“I’m not going to Vegas with you,” Amber screamed. “I’m going to Scotland.”

“Keep screaming at me like that and you really won’t be going to Vegas with me,” Michelle said, forcing Amber to muster as much control as she could not to let loose a blood curdling scream of frustration.

“Take Joe to Vegas with you. I’m sure he’d be more fun anyway,” Amber suggested.

“I could, but that would mean you’d have to stay home,” Michelle said, testing Amber’s control even more.

“I’d love to spend even more time telling you how I’m not going to Vegas with you, but I’ve got to go,” Amber said as she pulled into her driveway.

“I’m coming over tomorrow night, and don’t even think of trying to cancel on me again,” Michelle told her.

“I won’t,” Amber promised her before hanging up.

+ * + * +

Amber was just putting on the finishing touches of her outfit when the doorbell rang. After turning to the side to look in the mirror and make sure everything looked good she headed for the door.

She’d put on a pair of jeans and a red blouse with the top couple buttons undone. Sexy, but not overtly so, which was just what she wanted. She didn’t want to answer the door naked and scare Kirsten and her friend off, but she still wanted to look good enough to be noticed if they wanted to notice.

“Kirsten,” Amber said when she opened the door. She reached out and pulled the blonde in for a hug, noticing the lack of a bra under the semi-transparent white blouse and wondering if she’d also forgotten panties under the black skirt.

“Amber,” Kirsten said, returning the hug. Pulling away, she moved to the side to reveal a woman roughly the same age as them, maybe a little younger. “This is Courtnee. Courtnee, this is Amber.”

“Nice to meet you,” Amber said, covertly scanning the brown haired girl from head to toe. Very cute with what looked like an athletic body underneath tight jeans and a black shirt that clung to her and was cut low enough to show cleavage without showing too much. Or at least that was Amber’s assessment of her.

“You too,” Courtnee replied, fidgeting slightly as if she were on the shy side.

“So, what do you have planned for tonight?” Kirsten asked Amber as they entered the house.

“Nothing really,” Amber answered. “I was thinking maybe some dinner. I could order in, or I know this neat Thai place just down the road.”

“I don’t like Thai, too spicy,” Courtnee said. “Chinese sounds good though.”

“Chinese it is,” Amber said. “Should I order in or should we go out?”

“I’ll go pick up some take out and you get to know Courtnee,” Kirsten said.

“You sure you don’t just want to just go out?” Amber asked. Kirsten’s comment seemed odd, almost as if she was trying to pawn Courtnee off on Amber like she was a baby-sitter or something.

“No, it’s not problem,” Kirsten said. “Sit down and stay a while, Court.”

“Okay,” Courtnee said, seeming to find Kirsten’s behavior as odd as Amber did.

“Okay, what’s up,” Amber said as she followed Kirsten to the door.

“I’m leaving the room so you can use that magic of yours and get those jeans off her,” Kirsten responded, making Amber stop in her tracks.

“What?” Amber whispered.

“I talk to Michelle, you know,” Kirsten said. “You know she can’t keep anything a secret. Although it seems she managed to keep me and her quiet.”

“You and Michelle?” Amber asked, suddenly understanding Michelle’s amusement on the phone earlier.

“Why do you think we always looked a little flustered when you’d find us together?” Kirsten asked.

“Damn, now why didn’t she tell me? We could’ve been having fun,” Amber remarked.

“I know, I tried to set something up but she said something about you being taken or something,” Kirsten said, shrugging her shoulders.

“So you want to leave while I seduce your friend?” Amber asked. “Why couldn’t you do it?”

“I’m her friend,” Kirsten said as if she was walking a toddler through potty training. “If I do it and she freaks out I’m out a friend. If you do it, I can claim that I had no idea you’d do something like that and know that she’s not up for it. However, if you succeed I know you’ll let me join in. That way I can either keep having fun with her down the road or stop trying, and not have to worry about it blowing up in my face.”

“You really need to stop hanging around Michelle,” Amber said, marveling at the sense Kirsten was making.

“If I didn’t hang around Michelle, you wouldn’t have a hot chick sitting on your couch waiting for you to unlock her secret desires,” Kirsten pointed out.

“Just go,” Amber said, opening the door. Kirsten’s logic was too powerful to fight against, and Courtnee was cute enough that Amber didn’t feel like trying to fight if it meant that she didn’t get to break her in.

“Call me when you figure out which way she’s going to go,” Kirsten said. “If it goes south I want to take her off your hands and if it goes right I want to get in there before its over.”

“I will,” Amber assured her.

When Kirsten was gone, Amber closed the door and went back to the living room where Courtnee was waiting. She suddenly felt nervous as she watched Courtnee idly staring into space. She was no longer a stranger to girl on girl sex, and had even seduced one of two, but she’d never done it solo. Michelle or Elisha had always been there to help her out if she needed it. But now she was alone and she really wished Kirsten had stayed to help guide her along.

“So,” Amber began.

“So,” Courtnee agreed, picking a stray piece of lint off the front of her shirt.

“Want anything to drink? I’ve got some wine and beer,” Amber suggested. “Or there’s always water if you want it.”

“I don’t usually drink,” Courtnee said. “One beer and I’m out.”

“Beer it is,” Amber said, seeing her potential opening. After digging through the refrigerator Amber came back with two beers. “Here you go.”

“Thanks,” Courtnee said politely, taking the proffered bottle.

“So, how do you know Kirsten?” Amber asked, trying to make small talk.

“Through the Disney Channel,” Courtnee replied, taking a sip of her beer. “We were both doing things for them at the same time and kept in touch ever since. What about you?”

“Kind of like that, but through the soap operas. She was doing Days of Our Lives at the same time I was on General Hospital and we met at the Daytime Emmy’s,” Amber explained.

“I was on The Bold & The Beautiful for a while a couple years ago,” Courtnee said.

“Yeah, everyone seems to have a soap opera on their resume,” Amber observed. “Another beer?”

“I probably shouldn’t, but okay,” Courtnee replied, handing her empty bottle to Amber.

Amber went into the kitchen retrieve another beer for Courtnee. While she was there she used her cell phone to call Kirsten and tell her to start coming back. She wasn’t sure which way Courtnee would go, but she’d be finding out shortly.

“Here you go,” Amber told Courtnee when she returned with the beer.

“Thanks,” Courtnee said, taking the beer.

“You want to watch a movie while we wait?” Amber asked.

“Sure,” Courtnee answered. Her lips parted and the metal ball on the end of her tongue stud poked out. It quickly disappeared as Courtnee twisted her tongue and the other end of the stud popped out of her mouth to be caught between her lips.

“What do you want to watch? Romance? Comedy? Musical? Something to make you cry?” Amber asked, getting up and going over to her shelf of movies. That tongue piercing was beginning to drive her crazy and she needed to do something to keep from jumping all over Courtnee right there and then.

“I don’t care, I’m easy,” Courtnee said, making Amber wonder in just how many ways that statement was true.

“Okay, then I’ll pick,” Amber said, popping in a copy of West Side Story. “My dad was in this, so it’s required viewing as far as I’m concerned.” When she turned around Courtnee had her leaned back against the couch and her eyes were closed. Amber sat down next to her and gave her a nudge with her elbow. “Hey, no sleeping during my dad’s movie.”

“Sorry, beer makes me sleepy,” Courtnee responded.

“I know what will keep you awake,” Amber said, seeing her opening.

“What’s that?” Courtnee asked.

In response Amber put her hands on either side of Courtnee’s face and pulled her in for a kiss. Courtnee’s eyes widened in surprise but before she could push away Amber deepened the kiss until she melted into it.

There really wasn’t a chance that Courtnee would resist to begin with. She’d been harboring an attraction to women for a couple years now; she’d just been too shy to act on it. Now she had her perfect opportunity. If she didn’t like it or if someone found out she could claim she was drunk or something like that.

When Amber finally broke the kiss she could see wildness in Courtnee’s eyes that hadn’t been there before. It was more than enough to let Amber know that she was willing to go along for whatever ride she might have in store.

Amber grinned at Courtnee and grabbed her hand. When Courtnee was on her feet Amber led her toward the bedroom. She could sense that Courtnee was a little on the inexperienced side and she wanted to make her as comfortable as possible.

Once in the bedroom Amber pulled her in for another kiss. This one was much more sensuous whereas the previous one was wild and designed to quickly override any objection she might have had.

As Amber slipped her tongue into Courtnee’s mouth her hands began to wander over the younger girl’s body. Amber could feel Courtnee’s tongue stud caress her tongue as her hands skimmed down Courtnee’s back before slipping under the hem of her shirt. Amber began moving her hands back up Courtnee’s bare back, pulling the shirt along with it. When they reached the strap of her bra Amber unhooked it and continued on.

Breaking the kiss Courtnee raised her arms up and Amber tugged the shirt over her head and off. Since her bra was hanging useless from her shoulders she pushed the straps down her arms and let it fall to the floor. Making up her mind to let it happen, Courtnee wasted no time in setting to work on her pants.

Amazed at how easy the conquest had been Amber took a moment to look at the topless girl in front of her as she slid her pants down to reveal a pair of light pink cotton panties. She may have been a little on the reserved when she’d first arrived but that certainly wasn’t the case any more. If anything, she seemed to be even more into it than Amber herself was.

As Courtnee kicked off her sandals and stepped out of her jeans, Amber moved back in. Wrapping her arms around her Amber pushed her back toward the bed. When Courtnee’s knees bumped against the bed they both tumbled backwards on top of it.

After giving Courtnee a quick kiss Amber got up and knelt next to the bed. She hooked her fingers into Courtnee’s panties and peeled them back to reveal a nice bush of brown pubic hair as Courtnee eagerly lifted her ass off the bed. When Amber had them all the way down Courtnee’s legs she dropped them on the ground. Starting at Courtnee’s knees Amber began kissing her way up her legs. She planted one on one leg and then switched over to kiss a spot just a little further up on the other one.

The closer Amber got to Courtnee’s pussy the more nervous the younger girl seemed to get. She was still completely into it, but the experience was so new that she couldn’t help but feel butterflies in her stomach. When Amber’s cheek grazed her pussy lips Courtnee moaned and a small tremor of pleasure ran through her body.

“Did you hear something?” Courtnee asked suddenly. She couldn’t decide if she really did hear something or if she was just being paranoid but she covered herself with her hands as best she could anyway. One hand went across her breasts and the other tried to cover her pussy.

“I didn’t hear anything babe,” Amber said, trying to reassure her. When that didn’t work she pushed Courtnee’s hand away and took a long swipe along the length of her slit with her tongue.

“Ooh,” Courtnee moaned, her eyes closing as her paranoia faded.

Latching onto Courtnee’s thighs Amber let her tongue take a couple more long licks before zeroing in on her clit. When Amber’s tongue started darting in and out and flicking her clit Courtnee began to loosen up even more. The hand that had been covering her tits started massaging one of her breasts.

Looking up Amber saw Kirsten standing in the bedroom doorway. She was about to wave the blonde over to join the fun she’d instigated but Kirsten put her finger to her lips in the universal signal for quiet before she could. Amber kept her tongue busy on Courtnee’s clit while she watched Kirsten slink over to the bed and place a hand on Courtnee’s stomach.

“What the?” Courtnee screeched in a panic when she realized that there were more than hands than there should’ve been. She opened her eyes and covered her breasts with her hands when she saw Kirsten. She tried to sit up and scramble away but Amber refused to let go of her thighs and Kirsten’s hand on her stomach kept her from getting up too much though.

“Just lay back and enjoy,” Kirsten cooed into Courtnee’s ear. With that she moved one of Courtnee’s hands out of the way and pinched the nipple that had been under it.

Courtnee’s heart raced, not only from what was happening but also from the scare she’d just received. When Amber slipped a finger into her pussy to go along with the strumming her tongue was doing to her clit she began to ease back into it. Then when Kirsten pushed her other hand out of the way and began suckling on her tit her tension eased further.

“I want a taste,” Kirsten told Amber, breaking the suction on Courtnee’s nipple.

Amber reluctantly pulled herself away from Courtnee. She would’ve preferred to keep going but this whole set up had been Kirsten’s idea so she deserved it if she wanted it. Besides, it wasn’t like the night was going to end the moment Courtnee came.

As Kirsten took Amber’s place between Courtnee’s legs Amber moved over to her bedside table. She opened the drawer and pulled out the toys Michelle had given her. Setting the strap-on on the top of the table for the moment Amber tossed the vibrator on the bed next to Courtnee.

Kneeling behind Kirsten Amber raised her skirt. As the skirt raised Amber’s hopes that Kirsten had left her panties at home with her bra raised as well. Those hopes however were dashed when Amber noticed the thin white strip of fabric between the cheeks of her ass. The disappointment was minor though and was gone by the time Amber unzipped the skirt and let it fall down around Kirsten’s knees.

Kirsten pressed her elbows against the bed and lifted her knees off the ground so Amber could get the skirt past them. Once she did Kirsten put her knees back down and lifted her feet as Amber pulled her skirt the rest of the way off. Tossing the skirt to the side Amber pressed herself against Kirsten’s back and reached around front to begin unbuttoning her blouse.

As Amber unbuttoned her blouse Kirsten picked up the vibrator. She twisted the knob on the end and it sprang to life in her hand. Before she could use it though Amber was tugging on her blouse and Kirsten dropped one arm down to her side. When Amber had removed that arm from the blouse she switched the vibrator to the other hand and let Amber finish taking her blouse off.

Finally naked, Kirsten pushed the pulsating toy against Courtnee’s clit. Courtnee moaned and arched her back as the vibrations hit her pleasure center. Keeping the vibrator pressed against Courtnee’s pussy Kirsten licked her finger and slipped it into Courtnee’s pussy up to the first knuckle.

Wanting to watch Amber molded herself against Kirsten’s back. Her hands cupped Kirsten’s tits as she peeked over the blonde’s shoulder. When Kirsten moaned her appreciation Amber began to slowly knead them and nibbled on her earlobe.

“Make her come,” Amber whispered into Kirsten’s ear.

Taking Amber’s challenge Kirsten moved the vibrator away from Courtnee’s clit. She removed the finger from Courtnee and pressed the tip of the vibrator against the waiting hole. As it pushed into her Courtnee lifted her hips and pushed her pussy against the invading toy.

“Fuck me,” Courtnee panted. Her orgasm was coming fast; she just needed a little more to push her over the edge.

Sensing how close Courtnee was, Kirsten began fucking her with the first inch or so of the vibrator. With every thrust Kirsten pushed a little more into her cunt. Then to further increase her friend’s pleasure the thumb on Kirsten’s free hand rubbed against Courtnee’s clit.

“God,” Courtnee moaned, her hips bucking uncontrollably as her orgasm overtook her. Her eyes closed and her moans turned into strangled cries of passion as Kirsten kept working the vibrator into her to milk her orgasm.

When Kirsten finally removed the vibrator Courtnee came down from her high and closed her eyes. A blissful smile crept across her lips but she knew she couldn’t rest for long. She had to at least attempt to repay Amber and Kirsten for the contentment she was feeling.

As Courtnee reveled in what had just happened Kirsten turned to face Amber. She held the vibrator up for Amber to see and then proceeded to lick Courtnee’s cream from it. When she’d gotten as much from it as she could she moved the still pulsing toy down her chin and pressed it against each nipple in turn, letting it harden them almost instantly.

Watching Kirsten use the vibrator like that while she sat back on her feet raised Amber’s sex drive even higher than it already had been. When Kirsten winked at her and began moving it down her stomach Amber couldn’t take it any more. She grabbed Kirsten by the shoulders and tried to push her back onto the floor.

“You first,” Kirsten told Amber as she switched off the vibrator for the moment. With that she reached out and began to unbutton Amber’s blouse.

While Kirsten was working on her blouse Amber realized she was still fully clothed and decided to help Kirsten rectify that situation. Raising herself up on her knees she began working on her jeans. Her jeans were unbuttoned about the same time as her blouse so Amber stood up and pulled open her blouse while she bent over to push the jeans down her legs.

“That’s what I like,” Kirsten said, eyes firmly fixed on Amber’s cleavage as remained bent over to step out of her jeans.

Kicking her jeans away Amber straightened up. She was slightly self-conscious about having Kirsten look at her like a piece of meat while she was wearing only a red bra and matching panties, but that passed when Kirsten crawled over to her on her knees.

“Still too many clothes,” Kirsten said as she hooked her fingers into the elastic of Amber’s panties. Without fanfare she tugged them down to reveal a small patch of brown hair.

When they were around Amber’s ankles she stepped out of them. Kirsten stood up and turned her so her back was to the bed. She then grabbed her shoulders and guided her backward until she fell onto the bed next to a stirring Courtnee.

“Now, who do want to eat that pussy of yours?” Kirsten asked her as she looked down on the two of them. “Do you want me or do you want Courtnee?”

“Both,” Amber replied, touching her tongue to her lip and raising her eyebrows.

“How selfless of you,” Kirsten dryly said before breaking into a grin. “And you say I hang around Michelle too much.”

“No, I mean want to see the two of you together,” Amber said, laying her hands on her stomach. “Sixty-nine with Courtnee on top.”

“I’m in,” Courtnee said, quickly sitting up.

Shrugging her shoulders, Kirsten decided that Amber deserved to call the shots. After all, it was her house and without her she’d never have gotten Courtnee this far. Kirsten climbed onto the bed and settled down on the bed in the reverse position as Courtnee while Amber climbed off. Kirsten then pulled Courtnee over on top of her.

While the two of them were getting themselves arranged Amber grabbed the strap on off the table. Looking down she could see Kirsten’s head glancing at her from between Courtnee’s legs. Kirsten grinned as Amber slid the straps up her legs and made sure the toy was in the right position.

Unsure of herself Courtnee explored Kirsten’s pussy with her fingers. She parted the labia and looked at the soft pink flesh inside. She wasn’t sure why she was so fascinated by Kirsten’s pussy. After all, she knew what her own looked like, and Kirsten’s didn’t look all that different, but the fact that it belonged to another girl made it completely different.

“Lick it,” Kirsten instructed Courtnee, leading by example by zeroing in on Courtnee’s clit.

When Courtnee did lick it, Kirsten almost jumped off the bed. The tongue stud hit her clit and it felt like nothing Kirsten had ever felt. It had a completely different texture and it had a certain coldness to it that complimented the warmth of her tongue perfectly.

Amber stood there with the fake cock sticking out in front of her watching Kirsten’s tongue dart around on Courtnee’s pussy. Sensing that Amber was watching Kirsten looked at her and gave her a truly slutty smile with pussy cream glistening on her face. Playing to her audience Kirsten slipped a finger into Courtnee’s cunt and began flicking her clit with her tongue even faster.

Spotting the vibrator on the bed Amber picked it up. She climbed onto the bed on her hands and held it out in front of Courtnee. When Courtnee took it she started to move back but stopped when she felt a hand grab hold of the fake cock. Looking down she saw Kirsten’s hand stroking the dildo. The motion pushed the other end against her pussy and caused it to rub against her clit.

After a couple strokes Kirsten pulled her hand away and licked her palm. By the time Amber got back to edge of the bed Kirsten had enough lubrication on her hand and she began to stroke the toy in earnest.

“Just getting it ready,” Kirsten explained.

“I have a better idea,” Amber said, pushing against Kirsten’s mouth when she opened it to ask what Amber’s idea was.

After a couple quick strokes into Kirsten’s mouth Amber decided she had enough spit on the toy. Mostly it was because Amber didn’t want to wait any longer to feel Courtnee wrapped around the dildo, but it wasn’t like Courtnee’s pussy was completely dry or anything.

Gripping Courtnee’s hips Amber lined up the strap on with the pussy in front of her. As she began to push it in Courtnee froze in surprise but to her credit she didn’t pull away. She wasn’t a virgin or anything, but she hadn’t seen the dildo and wasn’t expecting to have anything other than fingers and tongues used on her.

When Amber a little over halfway inside her Courtnee moaned and pressed back against the invading toy. As she slid the vibrator into Kirsten’s cunt Courtnee couldn’t believe how the night was turning out. What had started as a simple girl’s night out was ending up as anything but. She loved every second of it though so she was hoping Kirsten might have more nights like this one in mind for the future.

As Amber began to extract the toy from Courtnee’s pussy the tightness of it pulled on it and didn’t want to give it up. About halfway out Amber suddenly reversed course and slammed it back into Courtnee. The move filled Courtnee and pushed the nub at the other end firmly against Amber’s inflamed pussy.

“Fuck her Amber,” Kirsten said, encouraging Amber from below as her fingers and tongue rubbed Courtnee’s clit.

“Ohh,” Courtnee moaned. Kirsten was flicking her clit every time Amber withdrew and then used her fingers to rub it on the in strokes. As Amber picked up speed, Courtnee increased the speed with which she plunged the vibrator into Kirsten’s cunt.

Because of Amber’s increased speed Kirsten was finding harder to get her tongue in there on Courtnee’s pussy. Since Courtnee’s snatch was out of the mix Kirsten moved her hands back and grabbed hold of Amber’s ass. She pulled on Amber’s ass and gave her a little extra oomph on her thrusts. The move also caused her finger to slip between Amber’s butt cheeks and press against her tender rosebud.

“Do it,” Amber moaned to Kirsten as she felt the finger against her asshole.

Kirsten was somewhat surprised by Amber’s demand, but that hardly stopped her. She moved the finger down to Amber’s pussy and collected some of the juices that were accumulating there. When she was satisfied that her finger was wet enough she pulled Amber’s ass apart and pressed the finger against her backdoor once more.

“Uhh,” Amber groaned as the tip of Kirsten’s finger pushed its way into her ass. As she pulled the strap on out of Courtnee she pressed back against the finger to get more in.

Soon all three of them were working each other over. Amber was stroking fully in and out of Courtnee while Courtnee was fucking Kirsten’s cunt with the vibrator. Her tongue and its accompanying metal stud were also busy on Kirsten’s clit while Kirsten fingered Amber’s ass.

“Ohh, fuck me,” Kirsten moaned as she felt her orgasm approaching.

Wanting to do as Kirsten said, Courtnee began to work the vibrator in and out even faster. She rubbed her tongue stud against Kirsten’s clit and drew an enthusiastic moan. She could feel the vibrations from the toy inside Kirsten’s pussy as they traveled through her tongue.

The closer Kirsten got the more satisfaction Courtnee was receiving. Her desire and the amount of pleasure she felt from the dildo Amber was ramming into increased with every tweak she made to Kirsten’s clit. And of course, the more she felt; the more she wanted to give back until they were all working themselves into a greater frenzy.

“Oh shit,” Kirsten screamed as her orgasm hit.

Kirsten’s finger went still inside Amber’s ass as her body quivered underneath Courtnee. She arched her back and pressed herself against Courtnee until she couldn’t take any more. Slipping out from underneath her friend she withdrew the vibrator from her cunt and turned the knob on the end until it stopped buzzing.

Without Kirsten underneath her Courtnee had nothing to do but get fucked. Luckily she was well equipped for that and she dropped down to her elbows and raised her ass. Her nipples dragged against the bed as Amber’s thrusts caused her to lurch forward.

As Amber got more forceful with her thrusts the strap on rubbed against her own pussy even harder. She gripped Courtnee’s ass cheeks in her hands and gritted her teeth against the orgasm that loomed on the horizon.

“Fuck that pussy Amber,” Kirsten said, encouraging her friend as she reached underneath Courtnee and found her clit.

“Oh God,” Courtnee moaned. She’d already been getting close but with Kirsten’s finger frigging her clit she suddenly found herself on the brink.

A couple more lunges was all it took to push Courtnee over the edge. She gasped for breath as an orgasm bigger than anything she’d felt in her life washed over her. Her hands clawed at the bed and her body convulsed with each thrust Amber made into her.

When Courtnee collapsed onto the bed Amber grunted in frustration. She was so close and yet so far away. Her body trembled in need, like a junkie in need of a fix. If only Courtnee had been able to last just a few more seconds.

“Someone didn’t get their cookies,” Kirsten said, seeing the look of anguish on Amber’s face.

Kirsten pushed Amber onto her back and quickly pulled the strap on down her legs. She didn’t bother doing any of the extras since Amber was already past caring about them. Instead she immediately attacked Amber’s clit with her tongue.

“Yes,” Amber moaned as she felt her orgasm coming back into range.

With her assault working, Kirsten stepped it up a notch. She slipped a finger into Amber’s pussy to get it wet before moving it down to her asshole. When the tip penetrated her ass Amber arched her back and let out a loud moan of approval as she was finally rewarded with climax.

When she opened her eyes after her orgasmic high she was pleasantly surprised to find Kirsten right there in front of her. She gave Kirsten her most heartfelt smile of thanks and was rewarded with a kiss. It got even better when she felt Courtnee leaning over her from behind to join the kiss.

+ * + * +

The sound of her phone ringing pulled Amber out of her blissful slumber. As her eyes opened the warmth of the two bodies pressed against her brought back fond memories of the night before. They were so fond in fact that she draped her arm over Kirsten’s body and closed her eyes again.

The phone rang a second time but Amber ignored it. If someone wanted to reach her bad enough they’d leave a message. And if they didn’t want to reach her that bad then she wasn’t going to give up this little slice of heaven for it.

When her cell phone started chirping though, she finally decided to give up and answer it. Before she got up, she took a second to yawn and stretch her limbs. After taking another second to untangle from the sleeping forms of Courtnee and Kirsten she smiled and retrieved her phone as she grabbed her clothes.

“Hello?” she asked into it, leaving the room so she wouldn’t wake up the girls.

“Is Ms. Amber Tamblyn there?” a male voice with a British accent asked on the other end.

“This is her,” Amber answered.

“I’m calling to let you know that there seems to be a problem with your reservation for the 10 am flight to Glasgow, Scotland on Monday,” the man informed her.

“Problems? What kind of problems?” Amber inquired, starting to get dressed.

“Well, it seems that they’ve been canceled,” the man elaborated.

“My reservations were for Tuesday, so that might be the problem,” Amber calmly told him. Her flight was scheduled for Monday just like he’d said, but she was testing out a theory that was starting to form in the back of her head.

“Oh, well, hmm. Ah yes, here they are,” the man said, the sound of buttons being pushed on a keyboard just audible in the background.

“Anthony, tell Michelle it’s not going to work. I’m still going to Scotland for my birthday,” Amber said.

“Michelle? Who’s Michelle?” the man asked.

“As you British say, ‘the gig is up’ so put Michelle on the phone,” Amber said. She wasn’t sure exactly what had tipped her off, but she knew for certain that she wasn’t talking to someone from the airline and instead to Anthony Head, better known as Giles from Buffy. There was some muffled conversation on the other end of the line before Michelle finally came on.

“How’d you know?” Michelle asked, obviously irritated that her plot had been foiled.

“I’m smarter than the average bear, remember?” Amber answered.

“Yeah, but how’d you know who was actually talking?” Michelle inquired.

“You’ve made me watch the Buffy DVDs so many times, how could you think I wouldn’t know the voice of Ripper when I heard it?” Amber countered. She actually hadn’t known right away whom it was, but once she’d decided that it was a ploy by Michelle it hadn’t been hard to figure out whom she’d gotten to be her mouthpiece in the joke.

“I knew I should’ve gotten Alexis to do it. Nobody ever knows his voice when he’s not using the British accent he puts on to play Wesley,” Michelle said.

“Let me guess why you decided against using him,” Amber said, relishing the chance to get inside Michelle’s head and work out her thought processes. “Since I’m flying to Scotland, you thought that anyone high enough up to handle bookings would be British and an American would ruin the authenticity of it?”

“Something like that,” Michelle admitted.

“To tell you the truth, it probably wouldn’t have even crossed my mind. The only reason I knew what was happening was because it’s the type of thing you’d pull. Besides, I only gave the travel agent my home phone number and you called my cell,” Amber said.

“Shit,” Michelle groaned, not realizing how badly she’d fucked up. “We tried your house, but you didn’t answer so we tried your cell phone.”

“Just for that, I’m not coming over tonight,” Amber sternly told her.

“What? That is so not fair,” Michelle argued.

“Maybe you’ll learn not to pull your pranks on me next time,” Amber said, trying to suppress the smile that was threatening to break across her face. It wasn’t like Michelle was going to see it over the phone, but it would’ve been hard to keep it out of her voice.

“You have to come over, I’ve got that surprise for you. Remember?” Michelle asked, trying to persuade Amber to change her mind.

“Yeah, but I’m sure Elisha would be willing to do something without trying to make me think my flight’s been canceled,” Amber said, trying to raise Michelle’s ire.

“If that’s how it’s going to be, then go play with your little bitch,” Michelle said, nearly spitting into the phone. “I’ll go have fun with someone who will appreciate me. I wonder what Floyd’s got planned for tonight.”

“Okay, what’s the surprise you have for me,” Amber said, cringing at Michelle’s mention of Floyd.

“Come over and find out,” Michelle said. “If you don’t show up, then I’ll just have to take your surprise over to the dorm and let Joe and Floyd have their way with us.”

“Now who’s the one that’s not playing fair?” Amber demanded.

“I never play fair. I play to win,” Michelle said, so matter of factly that Amber could almost hear the shrug of her shoulders over the phone.

“I’ll remember that next time,” Amber said.

“Since you’re not at home, can I assume you got lucky? Did Kirsten hook you up with a guy, or did you just fuck her on her pool table like I always do?” Michelle asked.

“Who said I’m not home? Maybe I just didn’t want to answer the phone,” Amber said.

“Don’t fucking tease me babe,” Michelle grunted. “Did you get fucked you like the little slut you are, or not?”

“I’m not a slut,” Amber said through gritted teeth.

“It’s not a bad thing to be a slut,” Michelle countered. “In fact, it’s quite fun. Good girls don’t get to eat pussy while a hard cock pounds away in their snatch.”

“I’m still not a slut,” Amber repeated.

“Fine, you’re not a slut. Now answer the question,” Michelle said.

“Do you want to talk to them or something?” Amber asked her.

“Them? As in more than one? God girl, you’re getting more like me every day,” Michelle said, giggling. “I had fun with Joe, but I would’ve rather been watching you take on a couple guys. You would’ve shared with me though, right?”

“If there had been even any guys here last night, you could’ve had them all if you wanted,” Amber replied. “The only ones with me last night were Kirsten and Courtnee.”

“Damn, I’ve been trying to get Kirsten to hook me with that cute little piece of ass for a while now. You should’ve called me. I would’ve brought Joe and we could’ve made a real party out of it,” Michelle said.

“Joe would’ve scared her off,” Amber said.

“Too bad, because he would’ve also given her the fucking of a lifetime,” Michelle responded.

“Who’s on the phone?” Courtnee asked Amber, popping her head out the door.

“My friend, Michelle,” Amber told her.

“I’m going to take a shower,” Courtnee said, ducking back into the room.

“Go join her,” Michelle screamed at Amber through the phone. “Take the phone with you so I can listen to the fun.”

“I’m not going to barge in there and demand she let me shower with her. I’ll go home to take a shower, then maybe take a nap,” Amber told Michelle.

“What are you, nuts?” Michelle demanded. “She practically begged you to barge in there and fuck her under the spray of hot water.”

“Maybe, but I also want to be nicely shaven when I get your surprise. I don’t think I’m going to get much chance to do that if I’m in there with Courtnee, now am I?” Amber countered.

“Shit,” Michelle groaned. “You’re making me choose between hearing about you licking Courtnee’s pussy in the shower and getting a nice, bald pussy to lick tonight?”

“Pretty much,” Amber said, grinning.

“You can be a real bitch sometimes, you know? I guess if I have to choose, then you should shave. A pussy I can play with is more important,” Michelle grunted.

“That’s what I thought you’d say,” Amber said, hanging up.

She walked back into the bedroom and found Kirsten sitting up on the edge of the bed. The blonde looked scrumptious with her hair tousled and her skin glowing from the night of sex. She was still been tired from being woken up by Michelle, but she still gave serious consideration to seeing if Kirsten wanted to kill some time until Courtnee got out of the shower.

“I think Courtnee got a little overzealous with that vibrator,” Kirsten said as she slipped off the bed.

“Feeling a little sore?” Amber inquired.

“Yeah, but it’s a good kind of sore,” Kirsten said, breaking into a grin as she started picking up her clothes.

“I guess that means you don’t want to fool around,” Amber said, a hint of disappointment in her voice.

“I’d love to but I think I’m going to have to take a rain check. I need to take Courtnee home and if I get started with that pussy of yours I’ll be too tired to drive when I’m done,” Kirsten replied as she started getting dressed.

“Then you’ll just have to call me when you’ve got some free time so you can cash in that rain check,” Amber told her.

“Do I get a rain check?” Courtnee asked from the bathroom doorway.

“Of course,” Amber answered. “Both of you are welcome to come over any time you want.”

“You should’ve told her she can only come over if she lets you fuck that ass of hers,” Kirsten told Amber in hushed tones. “If anything in this room needs fucked, its that ass.”

“Don’t think I don’t know it either,” Amber whispered back as Courtnee bent over to step into her panties.

“Ready to go, Court?” Kirsten asked Courtnee when she’d finished dressing.

“Sure thing, Carrot,” Courtnee replied.

“Carrot and Court,” Amber said, suppressing a giggle. “Sounds like some wacky buddy cop movie aimed at rabbits or something.”

“Just for that, I get the strap on next time,” Kirsten as her and Courtnee left the room.

+ * + * +

After her shower and a quick check to make sure her travel plans were still intact, Amber was puttering around the house, bored. It was an early Friday afternoon and she had nothing to do. Ani Difranco was playing on the stereo, but she wanted to get out of the house and do something.

Just as she was grabbing for her phone, it rang and nearly scared the shit out of her. “Hello?” she shakily said, answering it.

“Did I wake you up?” Kate asked from other end.

“No, the phone just startled me a little,” Amber replied. “I was reaching for it when it rang, and I wasn’t expecting it to.”

“If you were going to call Floyd, he’s in class,” Kate told her.

“I was going to call you, actually,” Amber said.

“I guess great minds think alike and all that,” Kate replied.

“Are you doing anything later?” Amber asked her.

“I’ve got the concert to go to, but I was about to go shopping for music and thought you might want to join me,” Kate responded.

“That sounds great. I know just the place,” Amber said. “This really does seem like one of those rummage-through-musty-stacks-of-old-vinyl days.”

“I just wanted a Liz Phair album for her to sign tonight. It doesn’t have to be a record,” Kate said.

“They have more than just vinyl,” Amber chided her. “Besides, you’d be Rich’s goddess, even more than you already are, if you brought him back something great.”

“As long as I find my Liz Phair CD,” Kate said.

“If you don’t find it there, then we can stop at Tower Records or something on the way back,” Amber assured her.

“I’ll be there in a little bit,” Kate said before hanging up.

+ * + * +

“Here we are,” Amber said, leading Kate through the door of Vagabond Records, the best used-record store one could ever want. At least Amber thought so anyway.

“How do you find anything in here?” Kate asked, looking at the long rows of shelves and boxes full of vinyl records, compact discs, audiocassettes, and even movies.

“You really could spend days looking and not cover everything,” Amber conceded. “The newer stuff, like the latest Britney CD, is near the front with the stuff actually worth looking at in the back.”

Amber grabbed Kate’s hand and pulled her toward the back of the store. When they got there, she nudged Kate in the direction of a rack devoted to early 90’s riot girl music like Hole and L7. After flipping through a few compartments, Kate came up with what she wanted: a well taken care of vinyl copy of Exile In Guyville.

“Told you this place is great. Think how nice it’ll look with Liz’s signature,” Amber said when Kate excitedly showed her. After a moment, she decided to drop a subtle hint and see how Kate reacted to it. “Maybe down at the bottom near her nipple.”

“I don’t care where she signs it,” Kate said, not giving away anything to let Amber know whether the signal had even been picked up.

“You want to look around some more?” Amber asked Kate.

“Maybe I can find something for Rich,” Kate replied.

“Already got it covered,” Amber said, holding up a copy of AC/DC’s Highway To Hell that had been autographed by Bon Scott.

“I can’t afford that,” Kate said, looking at the price tag.

“Don’t worry about it. It’s nice having someone to drag me out house when I’m bored,” Amber said.

“I don’t expect anything for it though,” Kate protested.

“Fine, then I can put it back and you can explain to Rich how you found something he’d kill to own, but you didn’t want to let a friend buy it for you,” Amber said, winking to show she was joking.

“I’m paying you back,” Kate said, giving in.

“That’s fine,” Amber said, thinking of a couple ways Kate could ‘work it off.’

+ * + * +

When Amber had dropped Kate off she’d been invited up, but declined on the off chance that she might run into Floyd. She hadn’t yet sorted out what she wanted to sort out and wasn’t ready to deal with might or might not be there. She knew that if she waited too long the choice would be taken out of her hands completely, but wanted to wait until she was ready to confront her feelings before actually confronting them.

As she drove back to her house, her phone rang and she reached for it. When she nearly slammed her car into the back of a semi she decided that she could wait until she was home before finding out what she’d almost wrecked her car for.

“Hey, it’s Michelle, call me back,” was the message on Amber’s phone when she finally retrieved her messages after pulling safely into her driveway.

Putting the key in the lock, Amber hit the button to dial Michelle’s number. She listened to the ringing as she pushed the door open. When Michelle didn’t answer, Amber hung up and punched the button for Michelle’s cell phone.

“Why didn’t you answer your phone?” Michelle demanded when she answered.

“I almost killed myself trying to answer the phone,” Amber replied. “Then I decided that you could wait a few minutes until I got home.”

“Well, as long as you have a good excuse,” Michelle said, giggling at Amber’s tone of voice. “When do you want me to come over tonight?”

“That’s tonight?” Amber asked her, suppressing a grin.

“You know damn well it’s tonight,” Michelle snorted. “I’ve got your special guest right here. I guess you could go spend your night with Elisha, but she doesn’t have access to the kind of women I do.”

“I could go find Floyd,” Amber countered.

“Good luck with that one,” Michelle said. “He and Joe are going to a concert tonight, and we both know you’re not ready to go back to Floyd.”

“Come over whenever you want then,” Amber said, conceding defeat. After a moment of pondering she decided that if defeat meant having Michelle and a mystery woman to play with, then she wasn’t sure if she ever wanted to win.

“That’s a good girl,” Michelle said. “I’ve got to train our friend in the art of pussy eating a little more, so we’ll be over when I’ve decided she’s ready.”

“If you mean you won’t let her stop until you’re fully satisfied, then you’ll never get here,” Amber reminded her.

“I just want to see how well she does with her tongue, and maybe see how well she takes a dildo, and then we’ll be over,” Michelle said.

“I might have a long wait then,” Amber teased. “I think I’m going to go take a nap. If I don’t answer when you knock, you know where the key is.”

“Sure do, and I’ll wake you up the best possible way,” Michelle said so evilly that Amber could almost hear the grin she knew was spreading across Michelle’s face.

“I guess that means you want me to sleep naked,” Amber said.

“Wouldn’t want clothes getting in the way, now would we?” Michelle asked.

“Anything else, oh great mistress?” Amber sarcastically asked.

“Lets see, shave, naked, toys. Oh yeah, leave your toys out so we don’t have to go digging for them,” Michelle advised.

“Only if you promise to let me use them,” Amber said.

“Oh, you’ll be using them alright,” Michelle said. “She won’t be able to walk by the time we’re done with her, and she’ll be thanking us for it too.”

“Okay then,” Amber said. “I’ll see you when you get here.”

+ * + * +

After hanging up Amber did a little picking up around the house. Nothing major, just a little light housekeeping to keep the place looking presentable.

By the time she was satisfied everything that needed straightening was straightened she was yawning. She’d been joking about taking a nap but since she’d been woken earlier than she would’ve liked by Michelle and then had gone music shopping with Kate she found herself suddenly craving one.

Remembering her promise to Michelle Amber stripped and took a moment to look in the mirror. She realized that what was staring back at her wasn’t everyone’s cup of tea, but it looked damn fine to her. She wasn’t overly skinny or blessed with big breasts but she still had a nice flat stomach and she considered her breasts to be pretty much the perfect size. And as she turned around to look over her shoulder at the mirror she had to acknowledge that her ass looked good enough to eat.

Pulling herself away from her reflection she pulled the covers back on the bed. Once she’d crawled in she remembered Michelle’s request. She opened the drawer in the table next to the bed and pulled her toys out. Setting them on top of the table she turned out the lights.

As she waited for Michelle her thoughts began to drift. The opening of a poem drifted through her head but she was too comfortable to bother getting up to write it down. If it were worth keeping she’d remember it so she didn’t see any point in rushing it.

Suddenly Amber found herself face to face with Floyd. She only had a pink babydoll style nightgown on and he pushed the straps off her shoulders. He pulled the material down over her breasts and it slipped down her body to pool at her feet. She thought she moaned as his hands covered her breasts but it sounded so distant that she couldn’t be sure.

He sank to his knees and she closed her eyes in ecstasy as his tongue caressed the folds of her pussy. A dull rumble echoed in her throat as her hands gripped the back of his head. She bucked her hips against his face, each moan she made getting louder.

Just as suddenly as it began she opened her eyes and found herself lying on her bed. The tongue was still buried in her pussy so she lifted her head to see whom it belonged to. All she could see was a mop of curly brown hair connected to a very naked female body.

“That’s enough,” Amber heard Michelle say. The head tried to move but Amber’s hands held it still. Soon Michelle began tugging at Amber’s hands to let the mystery guest free. “I said that’s enough.”

Letting go, Amber grunted in frustration. She turned her head and fixed Michelle with a look that she hoped conveyed just how much she didn’t want to be cut off like that.

“Let her finish,” Amber begged.

“She will,” Michelle promised, giving one of Amber’s breasts a quick squeeze. “Don’t you want to at least meet her first?”

“Finish first,” said Amber. She was so turned on that her fingers idly stroked her clit.

“No touching,” Michelle snapped, pushing Amber’s hand away. “That’s Amy’s job.”

“Amy?” Amber asked.

“As your first birthday gift, I give you Amy Acker,” Michelle said, motioning to the brunette still between Amber’s legs. “She’s your slave for the night. She even comes with a collar and leash.” Michelle pulled Amy’s hair out of the way to reveal a black leather collar with short, pyramid shaped metal studs on it and the red leash that was attached to it. “The only condition is that you have to share her with me.”

“I want you to fuck her while she eats me,” Amber told Michelle.

“It’s a tough job, but somebody’s gotta do it,” Michelle sarcastically remarked as she pulled her strap on out of her purse. “Want me to use yours, or should I use mine?”

“Yours,” Amber responded, grabbing hold of Amy’s leash. She pulled on it until Amy got the hint and went back to work on Amber’s pussy. “That way when she’s done with me, I can use mine as well.”

“Naughty girl,” Michelle said, catching on to what Amber had in mind.

Amy, however, didn’t quite catch on. She was too busy licking up the cream that beginning to flow from Amber’s pussy to pay attention. It was probably just as well that she didn’t because she might’ve objected and Michelle would’ve taught her a lesson about disobeying.

Gripping Amy’s head again Amber watched as Michelle slid the harness up her legs. After taking a moment to make sure it on properly Michelle moved behind Amy and grabbed her hips. Without warning she plunged the dildo into the brunette’s waiting snatch.

“Uhh,” Amy moaned into Amber’s pussy.

After the events in Mexico a couple months back Amy had been left with a craving for pussy. She still loved her husband and his cock, but it was no longer enough to satisfy her. When she’d come back to LA she’d been so desperate for a woman’s touch that it had been easy for Michelle to seduce her. She hadn’t even objected when Michelle started demanding that she wear the collar call her mistress while she was fucking her. All that mattered was that Michelle fucked her and made her come all over the fingers or tongue or whatever was stuffed into her slutty little cunt.

“Such a nice little pussy our slave has,” Michelle commented, her thumbs squeezing into Amy’s ass cheeks. “She loves being fucked like a bitch, don’t you slave?”

“Yes mistress,” Amy said, raising her head from Amber’s pussy just long enough to respond.

“You’re gonna love it, babe,” Michelle told Amber. “I even saved her ass just for you. Her husband doesn’t want it so you get a nice virgin hole. You want your ass fucked, don’t you slave?”

“Yes, please fuck my ass mistress,” Amy responded, drilling two fingers into Amber’s pussy.

“Mmm, virgin ass,” Amber cooed, pinching her nipples with one hand while the other held the leash. “I like the sound of that.”

“I knew you would,” Michelle said, slamming the dildo even harder into Amy’s snatch.

Normally Amber would’ve closed her eyes to further intensify the sensations coursing through her body, but she couldn’t tear her eyes away from the sight before her. Michelle’s tits giggled with every thrust she made into Amy and her lips were curled up in a look of concentration. It almost made her wish that she were the one on the receiving end instead of Amy. But if she were, then she wouldn’t be feeling Amy’s tongue burrowing around in her crack so it was a win-win proposition as far as Amber was concerned.

“Lick that fucking pussy slave,” Michelle demanded, delivering a sharp crack of her hand to Amy’s buttocks. “Make her come all over your slutty face if you ever want to come again.”

The threat was more than enough for Amy. She didn’t want to be cut off, and certainly not right now. She desperately needed to feel more than what she’d felt so far. Michelle had a lit a fire under her and now she wanted nothing more than to feel everything they could possibly offer.

Pumping two fingers in and out of Amber’s pussy, Amy sucked her clit into her mouth. She lightly nibbled on it as she curled her long fingers. Her fingers found the cluster of nerves that constituted the g-spot and began to stroke it.

“Fuuuck,” Amber groaned, feeling her climax take a huge leap forward. Every time Amy’s fingers brushed her g-spot her head exploded in a shower of sparks and stars.

“Make her come,” Michelle told Amy, ramping up the speed of her thrusts. She’d made a promise to Amy that she’d get to come if Amber did and she intended to keep it.

As Michelle’s thrusts became more insistent Amy lost track of Amber’s clit. It didn’t make much of a difference though because Amber was too far gone to care. With one final brush of her g-spot from Amy her whole body went taut with orgasm and it felt like she was going to come apart at the seams. Everything lost focus and the colors of the world bled together as she climaxed.

“Beg for it,” Michelle told Amy.

“Make me come,” Amy begged. She removed her fingers from Amber and pushed back against Michelle.

“Not yet,” Michelle said, suddenly pulling the toy from Amy’s gash. “You haven’t earned it yet.”

“Please,” Amy whimpered. She’d been so close and now it was being taken away.

“Lick me bitch,” Michelle demanded. When Amy turned around on the bed to face her, she pushed the harness her dildo was attached to down around her knees. “You can come when Amber fucks you.”

Reaching out Amy grabbed hold of Michelle’s ass and pulled her to her. When Michelle was in range she put her elbows on the bed. Still gripping Michelle’s ass Amy planted a kiss on the smooth skin where Michelle’s pubic hair would’ve been if she hadn’t shaved herself bald.

Grabbing the back of Amy’s head Michelle spread her legs as far apart as the harness around her knees would allow. When Amy’s tongue found her crevice she moaned and pushed the brunette’s head harder against her pussy.

As Amber recovered from her orgasm she lay there and watched Amy’s ass. It wiggled seductively as her tongue worked on Michelle and it wasn’t long before Amber felt her need begin to overpower her satisfaction.

Slipping off the bed Amber grabbed her strap on off the table next to the bed. Her eyes traveled back and forth between Amy’s ass and her head between Michelle’s legs while she pulled the harness up her legs. When she was satisfied that the dildo was on correctly she climbed back onto the bed and situated herself behind Amy.

With one hand on the fake cock between her legs Amber put the other one on Amy’s ass. Lining the dildo up with Amy’s snatch Amber plunged it in with one swift thrust. Amber paused only long enough to move her hands to Amy’s hips before pulling the dildo out.

“Fuck her Amber,” Michelle said as Amber began to fuck Amy in earnest. “Fuck her like the slut she is.”

“Yes, please fuck me mistress,” Amy pleaded, moaning every time Amber filled her up.

“Make her come so you can rip open her virgin asshole,” Michelle told Amber. “In fact, why not get a finger in there right now and get her ready.”

After taking a moment to think over Michelle’s suggestion, Amber raised one of her hands to her mouth. Slipping her thumb into her mouth she made sure to get it nice and wet with her saliva. When it was as soaked as it was going to get Amber put her hand back on Amy’s ass and rubbed her thumb against her target.

“Fuck my ass,” Amy begged, lifting her ass a little as she felt Amber begin to apply pressure to her anus.

Even though she’d requested it Amy was still caught off guard when the tip of Amber’s thumb pushed into her ass. Michelle had fingered her ass, but she had only used her index or middle fingers. Amber’s thumb felt huge in comparison, especially with the toy stretching her pussy out, and she finally began to wonder if she really wanted to go through with it.

Luckily for all involved though, Amber kept the thumb mostly stationary while she fucked Amy’s pussy. After a moment the pleasure in her pussy began to overpower any pain the thumb in her ass was creating for Amy. Soon she was pushing back against Amber’s dildo and closing in on her orgasm.

“The slut wants to come, doesn’t she?” Michelle asked Amy as she pulled her strap on back up her legs.

“Please let me come,” Amy pleaded, desperation showing clearly in her eyes as she stared up at Michelle.

“I’d love to let you, but it’s not up to me,” Michelle told Amy.

“Please mistress, make me come,” Amy said, looking over her shoulder at Amber.

The look on Amy’s face was more than Amber could take. She was never going to be as domineering as Michelle, and there was no way she could say no to Amy when she looked as desperate as she did at that moment. Grabbing hold of the leash she used it to pull Amy back onto her dildo as hard as she could without actually her plaything.

“Oh fuck, oh fuck,” Amy panted, feeling her orgasm threatening to overwhelm her.

With a couple more thrusts from Amber Amy screamed her pleasure. Her eyes rolled back in her head as her pussy clamped down on the toy. She flooded Amber’s fake cock with her cream before collapsing onto the bed.

“Get up,” Michelle demanded, lightly slapping one of Amy’s cheeks with her dildo. “You’re not done yet, bitch.”

“Give her a minute,” Amber said, removing her own toy from Amy’s dripping snatch.

“Whatever. She’s yours for the night,” Michelle said. “How do you want to do this? Do you want to go solo or can I play too?”

“At the same time? I don’t know about that,” Amber said, taking note of how small Amy was. Sure she was tall, but otherwise had a rather slim build that made her appear willowy.

“She’ll love it, trust me,” Michelle said, putting on the type of grin that Amber learned long ago not to trust. Reaching down, she put a finger under Amy’s chin and tilted her head up. “You want it that way, don’t you slut?”

“Yes, mistress,” Amy said.

“See?” Michelle said. “Sure she can’t say no or she’ll be cut off completely, but she still said she wants it.”

“Up, now,” Amber commanded of Amy. Amy didn’t seem to mind being ordered around, as evidenced by the way Amy snapped to attention and raised up onto her knees, and she had to admit that she liked the control, so she decided to get even more into it. “Michelle, on your back.”

“Yes ma’am,” Michelle said, snapping off a salute before moving to comply with Amber’s order.

“Now straddle her facing the end of the bed and start fucking,” Amber directed Amy. As Amy threw a leg over Michelle Amber watched with glee. It was fun having them submit to her every whim, but she wasn’t quite done just yet.

Moving in front of Amy Amber reached out and grabbed Amy’s arm. Amy tucked her legs underneath her with her knees on the bed as she was drawn toward Amber. Pulling her forward she grabbed the back of Amy’s head and pushed it down toward the phallus jutting out in front of her.

“Get it good and wet,” Amber instructed. “You want it as wet as you can get it for when I stick it up that ass of yours.”

Taking Amber at her word Amy opened her mouth and let the toy pass between her lips. She could taste her juices on it and greedily licked them off with her tongue as she inched it further into her mouth.

While sucking on the toy Amy put one hand on the bed and used it to rock her body forward. The motion slid her pussy along Michelle’s dildo and then she pushed back onto it. Michelle’s hands on her ass aided her movement as well.

When she was sure that Amy had gotten the dildo as wet with saliva as it was going to get, Amber pulled Amy’s head back. After a moment of thought Amber leaned down and gave Amy a quick kiss before moving to the side of the bed.

Climbing up to stand on the bed behind Amy Amber put a hand on Amy’s shoulder. She pushed their little plaything as far down on Michelle’s toy as she could before moving the hand to Amy’s back right between her shoulder blades. Applying pressure Amber pushed Amy down until her elbows rested against the bed between Michelle’s outstretched legs.

Amber bent her knees and crouched behind Amy. The position had already spread Amy’s ass cheeks apart slightly so Amber used one hand to spread them a little further. Her other hand grasped the dildo jutting out in front of her and pressed it against her asshole.

“This might hurt a little,” Amber warned Amy as she pushed forward.

“Oh God,” Amy screamed as the tip of the dildo penetrated her ass. It felt so big inside her virgin ass and for the first time she seriously thought about quitting. She probably would’ve too if Amber hadn’t stopped and given her a moment to adjust to having both holes stretched so completely.

When she was confident Amy had grown somewhat accustomed to the object lodged in her backside, Amber began to push forward again. She pushed a little bit in before withdrawing and then pushing in a little more than before.

After a couple minutes of the slow approach there was still an inch or two left outside Amy’s ass. Putting her hands on Amber’s ass Michelle timed her movement and gave Amber a little extra push, burying the last of the dildo into Amy’s asshole in one thrust.

“Fuck,” Amy hissed at the unexpected move. Her hands scrambled for something to brace her and found what she needed when they wrapped around Michelle’s ankles.

Moving her hands to Amy’s hips Amber pulled about half of her dildo out of Amy’s ass. She could tell how tight the cavity was by the way the harness yanked at her as she pulled out. When she’d pulled out as much as she wanted to at the moment she pushed back in, moving Amy forward and sliding her pussy off Michelle’s dildo.

“I don’t hear you, bitch,” Michelle grunted, raising her hips and slamming the dildo into Amy’s pussy.

“Oh God,” Amy said once more, this time more in pleasure than pain.

“That’s it slut, scream for more,” Michelle told Amy. She grabbed hold of Amber’s ass and helped give her a little help every time she thrust forward into Amy’s ass.

After the pain of the initial penetration had dissipated, Amy was beginning to really get into the act. Her holes were stretched beyond belief and it felt like her clit was being crushed by Michelle’s dildo every time she pushed back onto it. The friction being applied to her little nub was working its magic on and it didn’t take long for her to feel her second orgasm of the night begin to bubble up inside her.

“Fuck me please, mistress,” Amy begged, suddenly desperate to again feel the sweet release of climax.

“You heard her Amber, fuck her harder,” Michelle said, using her hands to help push and pull Amber in and out of Amy’s ass.

When Amber took the hint and began to fuck Amy harder on her own, Michelle moved one hand down and slipped it underneath the base of the dildo pressing against Amber’s pussy. By the time Amber was aware of what Michelle was doing the tip of the finger had already slid into her pussy.

“Fuck,” Amber grunted. The pressure of the dildo on her clit was already doing wonders for her, but the added stimulation ratcheted up her passion another notch.

Just as quickly as she slipped the finger into Amber’s pussy, she pulled it back out. “Hmm, pussy or ass?” Michelle asked, moving her slick finger back and forth between Amber’s slit and her asshole.

“Ass,” Amber replied.

“Works for me,” Michelle said, pushing her finger against Amber’s anus.

“Uh,” Amber grunted as she felt the finger penetrate her backdoor. Every time she pulled out of Amy she pushed her ass back against the finger.

“So close,” Amy mewled, her orgasm right around the corner. She began to wriggle around on the fake cock buried in her pussy looking for that extra little bit to push her over the top.

“Come for me,” Amber demanded of Amy. “Coat Michelle’s cock with your cream.”

“Yes mistress,” Amy said, reaching underneath her to frig her clit. This was one command she had absolutely no problem whatsoever complying with and it didn’t take long. Pushing back onto Michelle’s dildo she finally reached her zenith and exploded with a scream.

“That’s it,” Amber said, amazed at how Amy’s asshole clamped down even tight on her dildo. It made the base press against her clit even harder and she suddenly found herself on the verge of coming as well.

As Amy’s climax started to wind down she became acutely aware of the fact that Amber and Michelle were still thrusting away at her now gaping holes. The orgasm had made her clit hyper sensitive and she couldn’t take it any more. With a groan she pulled her body forward and the toys popped out of her at the same time, leaving her feeling emptier than she’d ever felt.

“Finger my ass Michelle, finger it so good,” Amber said, dropping down to her knees and sat on Michelle’s stomach now that Amy had moved forward. With Amy’s ass no longer pushing back against her, she reached down and slipped a finger under her dildo.

As she fingered her pussy she could feel Michelle’s finger on the other side and the feeling of the two fingers rubbing together pushed her over the edge. With a strangled cry of pleasure her asshole clamped down on Michelle’s finger before she slumped forward and the finger slipped out of her ass.

“Ahem,” Michelle said when she found herself not being attended to by anyone. “Don’t even think you two can forget about me.”

“Sorry mistress,” Amy said, repositioning herself so she could pull the harness down Michelle’s legs.

“Roll her on her side,” Amber told Amy. When Amy complied she moved behind Michelle.

Michelle raised her eyebrow at Amber’s request, but was pleasantly surprised when she felt Amber’s tongue start poking at her backdoor. With Amy competently lapping away at her pussy and Amber licking her rosebud Michelle felt her orgasm start to build in short order.

“Fingers,” Michelle demanded. She didn’t really care who fingered what just as long as one of them put a finger somewhere.

After licking her finger Amber pressed it against Michelle’s asshole. Likewise, Amy pressed a finger against Michelle’s dripping hole without even bothering to look up from the clit she was sucking on.

“That’s it,” Michelle grunted as she felt both holes filled.

“You like feeling my finger in your ass, don’t you?” Amber asked Michelle, whispering in her ear as she worked her finger in and out of Michelle’s ass. “Tell me to fuck your ass and I’ll give you another.”

“Fuck my ass,” Michelle said. Her hand pinched at one of her nipples and she groaned her pleasure as Amber pressed a second finger into her ass.

“Want to go for three?” Amber asked Michelle. “Or are you going to come for me?”

“Ohhh, fuck me,” Michelle moaned, feeling her orgasm finally overtake her. Her body seized up and she quivered with pleasure every time Amy and Amber stroked their fingers in her holes.

“I’m still horny, but I’m too tired to do anything,” Amber said, slipping the fingers from Michelle’s ass.

“I’d help you out, but I should probably get our slave back to her husband before he starts asking questions he won’t like the answers to,” Michelle responded as she got up to get dressed. She motioned for Amy to do likewise.

“So you’re not staying here?” Amber asked Michelle.

“Afraid not,” Michelle said. “I’ve got surprises left for your birthday though, so don’t worry.”

“What kind of surprises?” Amber asked, her curiosity piqued.

“How does a party tomorrow sound?” Michelle asked her. “And since I know how much you want to get into Kate’s pants, I’ll throw that in there as well.”

“Not gonna happen,” Amber said.

“Never doubt me, because I always get what I want,” Michelle said, admonishing Amber for her lack of faith.

“I’ll believe it when I see it,” Amber said.

“You will, and you’ll feel it too,” Michelle said as she finished getting dressed by zipping up her pants. She leaned down and planted a soft kiss on Amber’s lips before snapping her fingers at Amy. “Let’s go before your hubby misses you.”

“Yes mistress,” Amy said, falling in behind Michelle as she left the room.

Amber thought about getting up to check and see if Michelle locked the door on her way out but she was too tired to move. The only thing she had the strength for was to pull the covers up over her body.

She drifted off to sleep with visions of lying naked on a table with Kate’s head lapping at her pussy. The image was so pleasant that she hoped it was a harbinger of things to come.

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